I love you and I hope your day is going well.
One of my most vivid memories took place when I was in the fourth grade. I was getting ready for a school talent show, and wanted to get my hair just right. Now, before this moment, I really didn’t care how I looked or what people thought of my appearance. But I looked in my bathroom mirror and ripped my hair out if its braid and brushed it and brushed it. I put it up in a ponytail. Nope. I tried a headband. No. I let my hair fall naturally. No way.
Eventually, I got so fed up that I started sobbing.
Probably one of my weakest moments. I was a nine year old who didn’t feel pretty enough, curled up in fetal position on the white tiles of my bathroom floor, sobbing.
Now when I have those moments getting ready where I don’t feel good enough, I revert back to that moment in time. In my mind, I pick that young girl up off of the floor and wipe her tears. I tell her that she is beautiful and wonderful. And then I look back in the mirror, take a deep breath, and keep moving on.
xx Abby W.
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