A Love Letter to Me. Happy Valentines Day Sweets.

Tru,

I love you. Not because of what you do, not because of how much you’ve accomplished, and not because of how strong you are—but simply because you exist.

I love the way you move through the world, weird and wonderful, completely and undeniably you. You’ve never been one to shrink yourself to fit in, and I love that you’ve finally embraced that. You are original in a way that cannot be copied. You have a light that cannot be dimmed. And you are at your best when you let yourself be seen exactly as you are.

I love the kind of friend you are—the one who doesn’t play judge or jury, who listens with her whole heart, who makes people feel safe just by being present. I love that people, especially children, trust you. That they feel at home with you. That you have created a space in this world where people can show up as themselves and know they will be loved, not for who they could be, but for who they are.

I love your curves, the way they hold your story, the way they shift and change but never take away from your beauty. I love that you’ve learned to adore your body, to celebrate it, to treat it with the love and softness it has always deserved. I love that you no longer wait for a certain number or a certain look to appreciate yourself. You are beautiful now. You have always been.

I love that you are naturally funny, that your laughter is easy, that your presence makes people feel lighter. You have a way of making life feel less heavy, of reminding others—and yourself—that joy still exists, that even in the hardest seasons, there is something to smile about.

I love that you give people a chance, that you see the good even when it’s buried, that you believe in redemption, in second chances, in people’s ability to change. And I love that you have given yourself that same grace.

I love that you are not your mistakes. You have grown, you have healed, and you are still becoming.

I love you. Right now, exactly as you are. Not for the woman you are working to be, not for the version of yourself you think you need to reach, but for the woman reading this letter in this moment. You are worthy of love now. You are enough now. And you deserve to feel loved every single day, by yourself before anyone else.

I love you, Tru. I see you. And I will never stop choosing you.

Always.