I saw this trend on Instagram and had to create my own version. I thought I would leave it here to come back to later on…
I met my younger self for coffee today.
She hesitated before ordering, scanning the menu for the “healthiest” option.
I ordered what sounded good to me in the moment.
She picked apart her reflection in the window, adjusting her shirt, sucking in her stomach.
I leaned in & told her, “Your body is the least interesting thing about you.”
She thought if she could just lose the weight, then maybe she’d feel confident—maybe she’d feel enough.
I told her happiness wasn’t at some imaginary finish line—it was built in the tiny choices she made each day to treat herself like she mattered. And on the days she still struggled to believe it, she’d remind herself that it was just old patterns she was unlearning.
She told me she felt like she was always on the outside looking in—never quite sure where she belonged.
I told her she never had to shrink herself to be worthy of belonging. She’d find people who truly see her.
She wasn’t sure she was cut out to be a mom, afraid she’d never get it right.
I told her no one feels ready, and being a good mom isn’t about perfection—it’s about love, presence, and embracing the messy moments with compassion. I told her she'd still have doubts, but she’d also know that trying her best was always enough.
She thought marriage was supposed to feel different—easier, lighter.
I told her that when she stopped trying to change him & focused on herself, everything would shift. They wouldn’t need to be perfect—they'd grow together.
She didn’t know what she was meant to do in life, nothing ever seemed to stick.
I told her she’d find her way—not only would it fill her cup in ways she never imagined, but she’d help other women break free from the same stories that once kept her stuck.
She was so damn hard on herself-never feeling like she was doing enough, never thinking she was enough.
I told her she was doing so much better than she gave herself credit for. And when those doubts crept in again, and they will, she’d remind herself of the same thing.
As we walked away from the table, I knew how much she still had to work through to get here-but I also knew I wouldn’t be who I am without her.
I hope she knows how special she is.