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Open Letter for the Haunted Perfectionist

     
There is so much I would tell you if words would not fail me. I hope you realize that your worth is not in your academic successes, or how long it takes you to graduate. That it is not the amount of time spent practicing, becoming a slave to your craft- because even if it is your joy, your body knows when enough is enough. Listen to it. I'm begging.
     You are not the food you must now eat to nourish your body, in protest because you so long deprived yourself of it due to societal standards, and fallacy's that made you believe you would become fat if you were to consume it, or the rich decadent desserts that are "guilty pleasures" because you deserve them far too much to ever be guilt laden. The guilt you feel for going to bed when you are tired.. I pray you learn to allow it to wash over you like a calm wave because darling,  your body knows best.
      Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stop, and take care of yourself. Being bold enough to know when to say no. Creating objectives, having dreams, and realizing that other people's values and ideas for your life will not always coincide, but still being okay with that, and doing what you need to do for yourself anyways. You will do your best, and your best will always be enough. Let's get something straight now. Needing to take care of yourself DOES NOT make you a selfish person. You are compassionate, passionate, and one of the most selfless the world has to offer. Your heart is open to helping, and pouring into others, and you are truly one of the rarest gems of them all. But, I hope you realize that all resources need time to recharge, and refuel. Taking that time is okay. You are not a lazy person.
     I know you are feeling lost, and being an adult is scary. I want you to know that you do not have to hide your emotions-they are valid. You are so incredibly beautiful. Every aspect, including every "flaw," because they don't exist. Artists never make mistakes, they turn them into masterpieces, and you were created by the most grand artist of them all. Your "ugly cry" is exquisite, and your laughter chimes through the mountain tops. Your will in the face of adversity, and fierce fervor to conquer everything that stands in your way will never fail you.
    Hold in your heart the person whose laugh is infectious, but also who cries when she is sad. Both are equally wonderful. Hold the light, and sense of wonder in your eyes for the world around you- and never stop being 'weird'. Your unique intent makes every persons life a little brighter. Especially mine. I hope you see that the sun shines even in the rain. It is where rainbows gain their identities. Keep dancing- I know you have always loved it. 
I love you,
Your favorite panda paw, sunshine loving, trail hunting partner in crime

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