My Letter To You

There are days where it seems that it takes an indomitable will and all the effort you can muster to just put one foot in front of the other. Painful perseverance to just make it through the day.

No one knows your story completely. No one knows the pain you’ve suffered or the changes it’s wrought in you like you do.

No one knows what brings you joy exactly, and what brings you tears.

Persevere. Hang in there.

No, scratch that. Don’t just manage, limping along. Don’t accept second best, the bread crumbs of what your life could be.

Fight. Get mad. Get spitting mad that you aren’t living life to the brim, mad that you aren’t doing everything that you want to be doing and achieving the victories you should be achieving. Fight tooth and claw and decide that you will win. Win in this game of life. Decide that you are going to live the life that you could and want to live and accept each day as a personal challenge.

You are brave.

You are strong.

You will want to call retreat, but you won’t because there are better things than you could ever imagine waiting for you if you push through these hardships right now.

Life isn’t fair. That sucks and sounds horrible and uncaring. But unfortunately it’s the truth and life isn’t fair. It’s not fair. It’s not and to each one of you that has been dealt a shitty hand, I am more genuinely sorry than you will ever know. But please, take what you’ve been given and turn it into something beautiful, something strong, and be the beautiful Buckaroo Barbie that I know you are.

And never forget that you are loved.

xo xo Liz