Happy Birthday, me.
You beautiful, bald, bad ass, you. Look at you. Look at how far you’ve come. How much you’ve grown. I’m so proud of you. You learned to love yourself. You learned to count on you. You learned that at the end of the day, you are your biggest champion. Your strongest warrior. You.
If I could go back in time and impart some wisdom to you it would be this… no matter what, keep fucking going. No matter how hurt you are, how sad, how defeated, how rejected, how disappointed, how scared… walk through it. Push through it. Push through the pain, the hurt, and mostly the fear. Love hard. Love yourself, forgive yourself, and always bet on you. I promise you, you’ll make it to the other side and you’ll look back and smile. Because you did it. You made it. And remember that no matter what happens, if you find yourself there again, just keep fucking going, because you’ll always find your way through the storm.
Do the things that scare you, they may just reap the greatest reward. Remember who you are and never forget you are loved and you are love and no one can take that from you.
Be true to yourself, be good to yourself and remember that truth and good always wins in the end. Your truth will always set you free. Your goodness will always shine through.
I love you. I’m here for you. We got this. 💗
-Me

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