05/05/2025
Dear Younger Ephy
You didn’t know it yet, but you were always enough.
I remember you, back bent under the weight of heavy school bags, thinking that maybe if you stood straighter or smiled wider, you’d look better in your clothes.
I remember how awkward you felt in every outfit, like your body just didn’t cooperate with beauty. You blamed your posture, your frame, even your reflection, not knowing that your body was doing its very best to carry you through.
You thought your walk was wrong, your nose too wide, your fingers too thin, your jaw too long. You believed your body was a collection of things that needed fixing.
But oh, sweet girl, there was never anything wrong with you.
The mirror didn’t lie, but your mind, shaped by quiet comparisons and unspoken insecurities, told a different story. One that made you shrink when you were born to take up space.
I wish I could show you now, how you’ve grown into someone who doesn’t just accept herself, but loves herself. How that walk you once hated carries you into rooms you once dreamed of. How your smile has become your signature. How your confidence is no longer borrowed but owned.
You’re strong, you’re soft, you’re steady, you’re still becoming, and it’s a beautiful thing.
Thank you for surviving long enough to become me.
Love,
Dear Ephy