To My Future Self 🌷 now on her birthday
I hope when you read this,
you still remember how many storms tried to rename you.
How many moments asked you to be smaller, quieter, less.
And still, you rose, not all at once,
not without tears,
but with grace that could not be taught
and strength that had to be lived.
I hope you never forget
that forty-two was never something to fear.
It was a doorway.
A glorious crossing.
A year that found you more confident, more amazing,
more certain of your beauty than ever before.
I hope you remember the way you carried yourself then,
chin lifted, spirit settled,
wrapped in elegance, draped in knowing.
You were no longer begging the world to see you.
You had already seen yourself.
And that changed everything.
You wore your grace like silk,
your confidence like red lips,
your healing like a tailored light
no darkness could take from you.
If life has tested you again since then,
I hope you met it the way you always have,
with trembling hands maybe,
but never a surrendered heart.
I hope you kept choosing yourself.
I hope you kept honoring the woman
who built a life out of every lesson
meant to break her.
And if you have forgotten who you are,
let this be your reminder:
You are still her.
Still becoming.
Still blooming.
Still worthy of taking up space in every room you enter.
Still a woman aging with grace,
not fading,
but deepening.
Not shrinking,
but arriving.
So future me,
walk boldly into every next chapter.
Let your age be your crown,
your peace be your posture,
your wisdom be your perfume.
🌷 🌷 🌷 🌷 🌷 🌷 🌷 🌷
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@dldshoots 
