the girl I used to be

🌷 The Girl I Used to Be

There’s a version of me I still dream about sometimes.

The girl I used to be.

She was loud when she laughed, clumsy with her words, but she meant everything she said. She believed people were kinder than they really were. She thought love was supposed to fix broken things, not break her further.

The girl I used to be didn’t know what overthinking felt like. She didn’t reread her texts ten times before sending them. She didn’t worry about being too much or not enough. She just existed  soft, pure, and sure of who she was

But life happened.

And somewhere between trying to grow up and trying to survive, she got quieter.

I remember when I started building walls, not because I wanted to  but because people taught me I needed them.

Every betrayal stacked another brick.

Every harsh word made the wall taller.

And soon, I couldn’t even see the girl I used to be on the other side.

I became cautious.

I learned to smile when I was breaking, to comfort others when I was drowning.

And if I’m honest… sometimes, I miss the old me.

The version who didn’t have to be strong all the time.

But here’s the truth I never noticed before:

The girl I used to be didn’t disappear.

She just grew into someone wiser.

She learned that softness isn’t weakness.

She learned that not everyone deserves access to her heart.

And she learned that even when people fail her, she can still choose kindness — for herself.

I used to think I lost her, but now I realize…

she’s still here, just wearing thicker skin and gentler eyes.

So if you ever miss the version of yourself who used to be more hopeful, freer, or lighter don’t hate the person you’ve become.

You’re not broken; you’re just evolving.

The girl you used to be would be proud that you made it through things she never could have handled.

She’d be proud that you didn’t give up when it felt easier to.

So tonight, I’ll whisper to her in my mind —

> “Thank you for getting me here. I’ll take it from here, softly.”

Because healing doesn’t mean becoming who we were.

It means becoming who we were always meant to be. 🌙

What message do you have for your old self??

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