From Future Me To Present Me

Dear Present Me,

 

Why do you feel this way? 

What makes you doubt 

Your intelligence  

Your beauty 

Your worth? 

 

Why do you believe it? 

Who tells you 

You are ugly 

You are fat 

You are unlovable? 

 

Why are you scared? 

What makes you fear 

You will be judged

You will disappoint 

You will fail? 

 

But more importantly,

How will you overcome? 

 

Yours truly, 

Future Me

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