Letter to my younger self
Dear Her’s,
I'd like us to start by apologizing to the present me, for whom you had far too high romantic expectations. The thing is, I still don't know much about what's going on in this grown-up/still-growing-up stage. I'm sure you don't realize it, but we've been around for almost a quarter-century. I've cried a lot more than I did in school and even when I started my first job. No, I'm sorry for breaking the promise I made to you that I would focus solely on myself until I turned 30. My heart was swept away by some guy.
Don't get too excited yet. Most of the time, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm still the same stubborn, independent woman I used to be, but I'm learning new things every day. My own principles are being tested, and while I've broken some, I'm still holding on to others, but it's difficult to live this way. I've finally moved out, and I've learned to cook some of the dishes you used to hate. Like your old lady, I've turned into an inquisitive, complaining lady. I'm feeling compelled to change a lot of what I see, read, and experience these days, which necessitates the confidence you once possessed. So I'm asking if you could lend me some of it right now.
As a result, I pierced my ears a few months ago, and I'm currently wearing black pearled studs, which I'm considering making my signature look. I had no idea that when taking showers with earrings, one must be gentle, that I had lost some earrings as well as some weight while sleeping, and, most importantly, I had developed a sixth sense for locating the pierced hole even in the dark. Although earrings make me look different, I don't want them to define my beauty, so I may have them open or closed by the time I write another letter to you.
Finally, I'd like to state that while I still do not believe in best friends, Baye and I have managed to maintain our friendship. It's been a good year; we've had our fair share of ups and downs. I've maintained contact with the majority of my campus friends, although school seemed to unite our thoughts while life seemed to divide them. But, with that said, I've also learned that a friendship requires effort, understanding, and respect to thrive. And I hope that by the time I write again, I'll have traveled more and stopped crying because I cry like a baby who has peed in her diaper.
Yours
Her’s,2020
