If 15 year old me could see me now she’ll be proud of how far I’ve come. 

I don’t know why writing that first line brought a tear to my eye. I love who I’ve become and who I’m becoming. A year ago I would have never imagined that life would have been this way. It’s made my faith stronger and soothed my anxiety. A lot can happen in a year talk less of how many years I’ve come from 15. 

15 year old me was insecure, she was quiet never wanting to draw attention to herself because she felt she didn’t deserve it, she was naive and easy to cajole, she would be silent if it made those around her happy, she never really expressed herself because she didn’t really know who she was. 

Now, she’s grown and still growing. She’s in love with herself as she’s learning that mistake can be unlearnt and it’s okay to fail at things you’re trying for the first time. 

She’s still working on herself and every day is a new discovery but she knows better now. And most of all she’s still here.