Self addressed

Dear Self

I am writing to you today to tell you how wonderful you are. No, don't scoff and mutter "cliche." It's true. You are a wonderful person. I know you still don't believe me, but you are strong, inside and out. Your kindness and compassion is a beacon for others, celebrating the goodness in humanity, so much more goodness than humanity has ever showed you. Yes, it's hard to write these things, to see them and admit them, but it's true. You are wonderful. You still struggle to accept this, so I will continue until you believe me. You are beautiful, inside and out. Your creativity and intelligence inspire others as you teach and grow every day. You still don't believe me, I know. But open your mind, try and believe that you aren't what society has spent your life teaching you that you are. Fuck society. You are wonderful. And strong. And beautiful. And creative. And intelligent. You have your life ahead of you, full of unwritten pages of adventure and love and family and happiness. (Yes, yes, 'they' say "poetry shouldn't have words like 'happiness' who knows what 'happiness' is? Instead of 'happiness' say 'the joy only a lap full of sleeping kittens can provide" but 'they' aren't reading this, they're busying sticking their noses up at people who use the word 'happiness' elsewhere) You may have a tendency to ramble and digress but these are just part of your charm. You are wonderful, so wonderful. You hold this idea like a theory, not quite accepted, something that must be tested at every chance, mostly because you are so ready to believe you are the opposite of wonderful. But you are not. You are a cream filled long john, pan fried bacon, a cupcake with sprinkles, a...uh...I think you should eat. Any way, what I am trying to say is you are wonderful. Just think on it, no wait, don't think on it. Just accept it.

Love, yourself

PS Love yourself!!