8-year-old me would be proud that I no longer have a relationship with the person who abused me.
10-year-old me would be proud that I found my voice and speak my truth.
13-year-old me would be proud that I’m doing things that make me happy.
17-year-old me would be proud that I’m happy in my own body no matter what it looks like.
18-year-old me would be proud that I have gone out of my comfort zone and can do so many things solo.
21-year-old me would be proud that I’m healing my church/Christian hurt and go to a church every Sunday that makes me feel like I belong.
24-year-old me would be proud that I never settled in a relationship that was toxic.
27-year-old me would be proud that I stayed in therapy and have done the work to change my life.
29-year-old me would be proud that I didn’t end my story and instead made it a semicolon.
