“Future me, I hope I’m pretty.
Right now, I’m extremely ugly. Fat, too. No one really likes me if I take away my three other friends. I understand why, though. Who’d go out with an ugly person? Hopefully I’m pretty now. So then, (if that time ever comes :|), when I get engaged, he’ll marry me because I’m pretty. And we’ll have pretty kids, unlike me. And I will make sure my kids don’t grow up feeling the way I do.
Life sorta ***** right now.”
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
“Future me, I hope I’m pretty.
Right now, I’m extremely ugly. Fat, too. No one really likes me if I take away my three other friends. I understand why, though. Who’d go out with an ugly person? Hopefully I’m pretty now. So then, (if that time ever comes :|), when I get engaged, he’ll marry me because I’m pretty. And we’ll have pretty kids, unlike me. And I will make sure my kids don’t grow up feeling the way I do.
Life sorta ***** right now.”
In 8th grade, my teacher made us write a letter to ourselves that she would keep and mail to us when we graduated, roughly 4 years later. Among one direction and crushes, I wrote this to myself (I was 13 at the time).
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