dear linds,

I’ve gotten in the habit of writing you letters, so I guess here’s another one:

I want to be that girl. I want to be that girl we pretend to be on social media or in our mind. I want to be the cute girl that looks tough as shit but goes kayaking in her bikini and choacos. I want to be the color belt that owns the gym. I want to be intimidating until you get to know me. I want to be the example of getting your shit together after about for all the women coming through the door. I want to be the person people think they want to be. I want to be the person that makes people feel seen and heard. I want to see ghost from my past and not feel stupid after. I want to feel sexy again. I want to love the way lingerie feels and looks on my body again. I want to love my body for her looks again, not just for the things she does. I want to be fun and out doorsy again. Spontaneous. I want that for you and I will. I will grow up and make it happen. I did not peak at 25. I will do this.