If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late


My entire life I’ve tried to be a people pleaser. To do anything and everything to make people happy, to make them stay. Maybe that stems from my abandonment issues, my fear that everyone I love will leave.

I’m flawed in so many ways. I don’t always brush my hair, most days I get up for work 30 minutes before I need to leave, my skin isn’t clear, and my outfits aren’t always planned. I’m not a perfect person, but then again, I’ve never claimed to be.

Before I say more, I want to say goodbye, and thank you. Thank you to all of the people who never believed in me, to everyone who left and decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. I also want to thank everyone who was there, who always had my back, who stayed by my side while I figured out who I was.

But if you’re reading this, it’s too late… The girl you knew before is gone. You crushed her confidence and made her believe she wasn’t good enough, you made her believe she would never be good enough.

You don’t know me anymore.

This girl got up. This girl is smart and beautiful. This girl has people who love and support her. This girl has confidence and is determined to do something with her life. Nobody’s stopping this girl—she’s on fire.

This girl is more than enough.

She’s better than the jealous girls and fragile men who spread rumors about her. She’s better than the voices in her head that tell her she won’t make it.

This girl is loving and kind. She is successful and will make something of herself, no matter what it takes.

If you’ve come to find the old me, she’s gone. It’s too late.