Honey, pick your head up. The first time a boy calls you flat chested, laugh in their face. When someone makes fun of your bright pink shoes, stomp on their foot and hold your head high. You do not have to wear a skirt to Easter mass, if you want green over pink you speak up. Don’t let this world of people tell you who you are, you are yourself, scream it for everyone to hear. When that first boy breaks your heart, run to me. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you angel.
—  5 years old today, 16 years old tomorrow. Letters to your future self.