A letter to my 13 year old self

Dear Me,

Don’t worry that you sister didn’t come.
Don’t worry that Andrew didn’t dance with you
Or that you HATED HATED HATED that stupid purple dress.

Don’t wish for a boyfriend now.
Dream instead of the way your lips will burn
And your heart will ignite
During your first kiss in the driveway.

Don’t worry about the flatness of your stomach.
Pray instead for the full muscles you will need
To knead the challah without getting tired,
To carry your nieces and nephews when they are hurt, and
To hug your friends when they are sad.

Focus on the sound of your voice during the Torah service.
Remember that feeling later when you are scared to go to synagogue
And use it as a source of strength to reconnect.

Be proud of what you have done. You are awesome.

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~ by ettaqueen on February 27, 2013.

2 Responses to “A letter to my 13 year old self”

  1. you are awesome.

  2. Beautifully said! gotta send to Dora!

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