Letter to me

You have always been the quiet one, 

big brown eyes, brown hair and your heart on your sleeve, and poetry in your shakey hands. 

My love, you are not a mistake, quit trying to find failure in your every move. It is not your fault for the way they chose to hurt you. You are free to just be you, quit questioning what others will think of you, it only matters that you are loved by the artist of the moon and stars. Have patience, you are still so young, still so much time to grow, slow down take a breathe. I’m so proud of you. Look at you, look at how much we’ve grown. We stopped trying to be like everyone else, and although we stumble to believe it, we are beautiful and He called me beloved. That is the most mind boggling for the both of us, that God called us daughter no matter the clumsy human we still are. We are loved and isn’t that the mystery? The answer is that we are loved so maybe it’s time to love ourselves now, to start to heal from the years of self hate and hating the mirror. Maybe it’s time to be gentle to the reflection in the mirror, to soften your gaze, to see your poetry as your story, to see your photography as a art instead of a hobby, to see your freckles and love them. Maybe it’s time.. to say I love you in the mirror and mean it this time. We are 24 now and we are healing, slowly but so beautifully, I have learned so much but still know so little. But I’m so proud, look how far we have come. 
- Love, Amber.