It was the best of times yet it was the worst. Yes, teenage years are full of passion and enthusiastic aura but not for all. For some, it’s a never ending nightmare of bulling and the time when they bury their self-esteem under the criticizing remarks of the society. I will keep it short so every word can penetrate into you.

You keep telling yourself that you’re ugly, how you can’t possibly love yourself because every time you look in the mirror, you don’t like what you see. The stretch marks, scars of your teenage acne, double chin, gap between your front teeth, over analyzing every single part of yourself, destroying your self-esteem and pride. I wish I could make you understand that you’re perfect, just by being you! By accepting your flaws and wearing your scars like a warrior!  I just wish, you knew, just how little it matters. These doubtful thoughts are not worthy of your time. Think beyond. Some stupid rules set by the society cannot define your beauty. Wear your insecurities like a queen! Think that you’re brave, intelligent, gentle, kind, how you’re going to change the world someday with that incredible mind. I wish I could take your uncertainties away, make you see what I see, the stunning and compassionate soul beneath that body, and then maybe you’d change your mind!

Why are you trying so hard to be something or someone you’re not? When you’re already perfectly fine. You’re a beautiful, walking, sunshine in my eyes. You keep comparing yourself to others, when are you going to understand that being yourself is enough! You keep seeking confirmation from other people, what you really need, is self-love! Let go all those harsh comments. Rather be motivated to achieve your goals and aspirations. I hope one day you can look in the mirror and live with what you see, because you know that you’ve got more to offer to the world than simply being pretty according to the unwritten rules of society. You should no longer be haunted by the scars on your skin, rather fight to be the change they want to see. But most importantly, I want you to know, just how incredibly perfect you are to me. Surround yourself with people who accept you the way you are, who are always at your back in times of need. Now that I am going to be 18 soon, I want you to know that you are perfect. I want you to find real friends who will always be with you.

To summarize, these past years have allowed me to let go of the past, and finally get ready for the future. I wonder what lies ahead, what 40 would feel like.