Dear younger me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let...

Dear younger me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let people treat you badly because you thought you didn't deserve better. I'm sorry I silenced your voice because you were scared of being too much. I'm sorry I taught you to shrink yourself to fit into spaces that were never meant for you. But I'm done apologizing. Done making myself smaller. Done people-pleasing until I don't recognize myself anymore. This is me saying goodbye to the version of me that accepted crumbs. That stayed in situations that broke me. That believed other people's opinions mattered more than my own. I'm choosing me now. Finally. And it feels terrifying and liberating all at once. Goodbye to who I was. Hello to who I'm becoming.