[ WP ] Write the letter that you always wanted to , but never did .

Dear 14 year old me, 
 Hi. You're alive honey! I know that's more than you expected to be at this point. I have a couple things I want to tell you. 
 
 1. You do get better. That monster that sits on your chest and tells you lies will back off eventually. You'll be able to eat normally again, I promise. Boys will take you on dinner dates, and you'll be okay. You can get through this Thanksgiving dinner, and you wo n't be 80 pounds forever. Those girls at youth group will one day come for you with questions about anorexia and you will have the story of recovery. It was so hard, and it still is hard sometimes to make yourself take that bite, but you are alive and happy now. 
 
 2. Forgive Amy, then hug her at the homecoming game and never stop hugging her at strange times. Hold on to your best friend for as long as you can. Buy her stuffed ducks from around the world. She's still just as awesome as she was. 
 
 3. Appreciate Austin while he's still home. You have no clue what's going on with him right now. So shut your mean 14 year old mouth and hug your brother. ( By the way, you're going to miss him when he goes to college. ) 
 
 4. Your parents have done everything in their power to help you and support you. Tell them you love them and please show dad how to send a text and teach mom how to take a selfie. 
 
 5. Go hug grandma. Listen to her music, learn from her life, and look at those old pictures. Appreciate the fact that she is an accepting, progressive, and smart lady- not a common trait found in grandparents. You will wish you could talk to her now so she could see how alike you are. 
 
 6. You're going to fall in love at a school presentation of Les Mis. Yes. That chubby boy with his booming Javert voice is going to be your best friend. Yeah, he IS cute. And yeah, I guess you do have a thing for actors. Now go chase that handsome idiot until he finally catches on. Kiss him at the New Years party when everyone is asleep. Stay up all night and walk down Main Street at sunrise. Break into the golf course and lay under the stars with him when you're supposed to be at home. Push him down in the snow, hold his hand, make the first move you wonderfully liberated feminist! Stick with that boy. He is going to hold you through the panic attacks, rub your back while you struggle to eat, paint you with his hand covering your scars, and put up with your wonderfully eccentric dad. 
 
 7. Be kind to yourself- to me. I love you and I'm proud of you.
