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A Letter to Me

Have you ever wished you could travel back in time and tell your younger self things you know now? What would you tell them? Would you try to change anything? I've thought about this more than once. So today, I'm writing a letter to myself at 17 years old. 

Gerri,

Hey beautiful! (I called you that because I know you're needing it right now.) Today I am (you are) 29 years old. I know, I know, you have a ton of questions. I'll try to make this as short as I can. Stop being so shy! Talk to people you normally wouldn't find yourself talking to. I know some people may look perfect but we all struggle with things. Yes, even the shiny people. Be yourself. Be funny. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been told, "Omg! You're so funny!" Omg means, oh my God by the way. It's a term a lot of people use when they are excited. Anyway, please think about trying out for the volleyball team at school! I know you want to deep down, but you feel as if you are not popular enough or good enough. Which, popularity doesn't really matter when your my age anymore. So just go after it! Also my love, your weight is just a number. You are beautiful the way you are! Gerri, I know your hiding something, but it's okay. You'll come out when you're ready. In about 3 years to be exact. No you and that boy don't end up working out, but you'll get something really beautiful out of it! You'll have your heart broken way more than you already have and you'll break some hearts along the way too. Yes, even you my love, will hurt others. But hey, no one is perfect right? In 2015, you'll have your biggest heart break of your life and it doesn't even have anything to do with a partner. The best advice I can give you is enjoy your time right now. Life gets a little messier later on. Enjoy being a teen. Do the things you enjoy. Spend time with your Dad. Go to auctions with him. Go to the gas station with him. Tell him he's the best Dad in the world. Anything. Hug him as often as you can. He really is a great guy! Spend time with your mom too. Don't give her such a hard time. Definitely don't call her a bitch, you'll really regret that one. She loves you and I know your going through a lot, but she is also trying to raise 2 other kids right now. Don't be so mean to your little brother and sister. You guys grow to best friends! Well, I've got to get going. Getting up early in the morning still sucks!

P.S. You don't need anyone to feel complete. You are already a whole. 

Love,

Gerri

Yes, short, sweet, and to the point. I challenge you to write a letter to your younger self. It is pretty therapeutic. And who knows? Maybe your younger self will come across it. (Time travel, but that's an article for a different day). 

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