From the you who is terrified and scared and anxious
And so undoubtedly
Thank you for reminding me how to breathe.
When I was obsessed with my fear of the future--
Scared that I wasn’t doing enough,
Scared that I wasn’t
Scared of my routinely way of living,
That I wasn’t living
For straightening out my back.
Showing me how to look at today
Instead of tomorrow
And for showing me how to cherish
The me that is living now.
From the you who stands in front of the mirror everyday
Judging every stray hair
Every off putting detail,
Every second spent hating yourself.
I sincerely tell you--
I love your crooked teeth,
The blemishes on your face,
The bones that peek out.
For there is beauty between your bones,
And strength in your poise.
There is resolve in your steps,
And a type of grace,
That only you achieve
When you smile that crooked smile.
From the you who tries her hardest,
And sometimes it isn’t enough,
From the bottom of my heart
For continuing to try harder,
For being both the doctor and the patient,
From the you whom you did not expect this heartfelt letter from,
I hope you yourself
Find the courage and strength
That is needed to carry the both of us.
I hope you remember
When you are feeling at your lowest.
I hope you
Think back to the hands that have held you--
That catch you when you are ready
To come home.
But most of all,
I hope you don’t forget
That there are those who believe in you,
When you don’t even think to look
And that there is no greater expectation you think of
Than the one you’ve put upon yourself.
So thank you--
From the you who loves you more than anyone else
And will continue to adore and cheer you on,
For doing your best.