Dear Brave Me, You used to worry so much about what they'd think. What they might whisper when you weren't around What they’d say. But lately, you've started asking; who are they, anyway? And why should they decide how you should Live your life. You've spent enough time trying to please people. Now, you're choosing peace over perfection. Truth over approval. You're done shrinking to fit. You're allowed to take up space. You're allowed to live like you mean it. Love, The version of you finally learning that freedom looks good on her