I hope you’ll come to me the first time your heart gets broken. By a boy or by a friend or by whoever it might be. Of course, I’ll wrap my arms around you and tell you how amazing you are. You won’t care what I’m saying because you wanted those words from someone else. Of course, you’ll think, my mom has to love me. But I want you to know that one day I realized that my mom’s opinion of me was what I cared most about. Because she was the one who had been with me the longest, she knew who I really was. She sees me as more than my mistakes. So I hope you believe me when I say you’re amazing. Because I’ve known you the longest. I’ve got dibs on knowing you.
And I hope you know broken hearts do heal. You won’t believe it at first, but it’s true. While trying to comfort you I’ll probably say something annoying. When I was going through my worst breakup my mom kept saying, “You’re just doing so well.” And every time she said that I would cry. Because I didn’t feel like I was doing well. It just set me off every single time, but she meant well. So sorry in advance for saying things that make you feel worse. But I also realized people saying something wrong was better than them saying nothing at all. They were just trying to show their love the best way they know how.
Never forget that it’s not what others think of you, but how you feel about yourself that matters most. You can love yourself even when no one else does. It feels impossible, but it’s not. I dare you to love yourself more than anyone else loves you, even me. And I love you a lot.