So, there is a new writing prompt that piqued my interest. I have always had a problem with loving myself. I have never really fully embraced looking at myself and loving every aspect of what was staring back at me.
I have felt ugly, fat, and like an outcast. It’s never really been at the forefront of who I am.
As I got older, I learned to like aspects of myself but still never loved myself. It wasn’t until I hit my forties that I looked in the mirror and smiled back, loving what I saw.
So, can I do this?
Dear me,
I know you’ve had it rough. The road has never been the best for you, but I hope you find this letter on a day that is sunny and warm.
I love you. I love your smile, your sense of humor, and the way you are unabashedly you. Your sarcasm is funny and entertaining. Keep it up.
I love that you do not compromise when it comes to helping others even though you do not have much yourself.
I love your wisdom and the way you connect with people, and have I told you that you look great for your age?
Now, I know you would argue that you aren’t supermodel material and that you have a lot of physical flaws, but who wants to be stick thin and looking like you need to eat?
You are a rock star and a superhero all rolled into one. I don’t know anyone else who dove head-first into chemo and radiation therapy with the humor you did and made people smile and laugh as you took your treatments like a champ.
Don’t ever change.
I wish you could see what I see in you and love yourself the way I do.
Sincerely,
Anissa “Maddy” Walker
House of Geek 