The letter of the Me I Once Was
Advice of my past self
Back in junior high, I was always the quiet one—the one who followed the flow, never wanting to disturb the current. I remember standing in front of the classroom, pretending I didn’t care when someone else got the praise I secretly wanted. I told myself it didn’t matter. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t being true to myself. If I could write one short piece of advice to that version of me—the past me—I would say: "Stay ded...
