People sometimes tell me, when I look back I'll see things differently. I'll see a clearer picture, how everything worked together; I'll be able to laugh at things that seem like an insurmountable obstacle right now.
My question is: what if I can imagine what I could see looking back? Without seeming too naive, I'm going to start trying...maybe an older me has a better perspective to offer. So, when I am older
I will rejoice that I was single for so long. It gave me independance, an appreciation for what a relationship costs (secondhand observances), and a chance to realize who I am (will be) on my own.
I'll finally realize I was not fat. And hate that so much time was stolen worrying about something so stupid, and that my mind and the minds of countless others have been poisoned by vicious lies.
I'll will my past self to have spoken out more at awkward social situations, and not let some outright indignities have come to pass without a sound of protest.
I'll sigh in relief at the realization that life is a series of stages, increasingly less awkward post-junior high, becoming more beautiful and real with each passing year.
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you are beautiful... the young me and the old woman me shout that from the rooftops. and me loves you. on every level.
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