To the woman I was

 To the woman I was…

I see you. The one who cried quietly at night and showed up anyway.
The one who kept loving even when she didn’t feel lovable.
You didn’t know it then, but you were building the foundation I now stand on.
Thank you for surviving, even when you wanted to stop trying.

To the woman I am…
I’m proud of you.
You’re softer now, but stronger too.
You learned that peace doesn’t come from fixing everything it comes from letting yourself be.
You’re still healing, still growing, still learning what it means to rest without guilt.

To the woman I will be…
I can’t wait to meet you.
I hope you’ve learned to stop apologizing for taking up space.
I hope you’ve found the calm you’ve been chasing all these years.
And I hope, when you look back at us, you smile knowing every version of you was worthy all along.