Sorry. Sorry if I just stand and stare while people mock your dreams and passions. Sorry if I allow them to invalidate your feelings. You’ve been tough and brave for the last years, and believe me, there are times when I can‘t fathom your strength. How can you be so strong and soft at the same time? The world has been bombarding you with rainstorms and detours and you always sank in the corner of the bathroom floor, busily tapping your back that everything will make sense. I am in awe of your wonder and faith. You’ve been through a lot of frustrations and disappointments. You’ve heard insults that made you wish you were someone else. I can’t even count how many times you smile when all you wanted to do was cry. I don’t know how many times you hug people and ask them if they’re okay even if you yourself is not okay.

How many times people and friends invalidate your feelings? Your dreams? Your ideas? And why did you let them? How many times you were treated below the belt when all you did was nothing but good intentions? Why do you think you are not whole if you are jot surrpunded by peers?

Self-love. Self-love is the answer to all those question marks. Please. Come back organized. And confident. And okay.

Love,

Self.