Dear Little Me,
I see you,
trying so hard to be what they wanted.
Hiding every soft part of yourself.
Pushing away the things you secretly loved.
You wore toughness like armour,
convinced that if you were loud enough,
strong enough,
unbreakable enough,
you’d finally be enough for them.
Dolls were for someone else.
Dresses were for girls who didn’t know what it meant to be “strong.”
So you buried your softness, didn’t you?
Made it something to be ashamed of.
You traded lace and light for grit and steel,
and you wore it well, little one.
But let me tell you something:
you didn’t have to.
You were always enough.
Exactly as you were.
I wish I could show you now,
the woman you become.
You’d laugh,
because I’m everything you tried not to be.
I wear my softness like a badge.
Not because it’s easy,
but because it’s powerful.
I dress in delicate fabrics.
I move with the grace we once mistook for weakness.
And guess what?
It doesn’t make me any less strong.
Here’s what you don’t know yet!
Femininity isn’t something to overcome.
It’s something to celebrate.
Being soft doesn’t make you weak.
Being loving doesn’t make you naive.
And being feminine?
It doesn’t make you “less” anything.
Now, I know my worth.
I know I can be gentle and fierce,
passionate and calm,
vulnerable and strong,
all at once.
And you can too.
If I could give you one piece of advice, it would be this:
Don’t fight yourself.
Love yourself exactly as you are.
Someday, you’ll be in a place where you can choose for you.
Where you won’t have to hide your softness.
Because the world?
It’s waiting for you,
just as you are.
So here I am:
wildly feminine,
deeply in love,
and knowing exactly what I’m worth.
And one day, you will be too.
Until then, keep going.
You’re stronger than you know.
With all the emotions you once hid,
Me.
