Sharon To
Dear Younger Me
Sometimes life isn’t so great,
And you’ll be hard pressed to believe that this is your fate
People will judge you by your appearance,
But all of their words are nothing but a hindrance
Don’t believe every word that they feed into your head
“You’re fat”, “you’re short”, “you’re ugly”, they said
Some people will leave
Some will deceive
And those wounds will stay
With you in ways
That you could never convey
But things will get better,
Just wait, you’ll see.
You’ll learn to untether
From those who can’t see me for me
I wish I could say
That you love yourself every day
But you’re trying,
And for now that’s enough