Dear Past Me,
All I care about is how I look or how I appear to other people, turns out people want me to change. They don't like me for who I am and I get made to feel pretty shitty.
But who knew a couple of years from today I'd be accepting myself for my quirks. I'm weird? so what?! I may not be perfect but that's who I am.
I don't have perfect legs and I sure as hell don't have perfect blonde hair. But somehow I'm me.
At the age of twenty you'll look in the mirror and feel happy, forgetting everything that anyone has ever said to you. You may not have the perfect figure, or have that body guys think is to die for but you'll be happy, that's what matters. You'll accept yourself for who you are.
In ten years you'll regret ever doubting yourself. You'll have amazing friends who are just as weird as you, even sharing the same quirks! Weird right?!
Just remember each time you doubt yourself, read this letter and remember you are beautiful inside and out and not you or anyone else can stand in your way.
Lots of love, past me xx