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Letter to myself


To the girl who struggles to love herself,
     Don't let life's burdens carry you to the wayside. Rise up and seize each moment. From the moment you wake until the moment you quit battling and simply let your eyes flutter shut...
     Darling life is far too short for the worries of the world to weigh on your little shoulders. Let the warmth of the sun shine upon your face, and illuminate your soul. Listen to the birds and their sweet melodies for you. Their songs of encouragement to keep going for you are stronger, and more sweet and lovely than you will ever begin to realize. Let your thoughts and words reflect your inner beauty, and trust that things will be ok. You may not understand how or when, but I promise the sun will break through the storm clouds soon.
     Life isn't as scary as we make it out be- only when we begin to let go can we learn to come alive and feel once again.
Love,
The beautiful warrior within

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