random thoughts

Dear Nick,

Walking out from the locker room at the gym, I was stopped by a trainer I had met my first day. We talked for a while, after which he gave me his card, pointed out his cell number, and suggested we get together for lunch. I can’t remember the last time a guy sought me out to give me his number. I needed that.

Sitting here, not two minutes ago, I realized that I’ve become the woman I had always wanted to be. I’m living on my own in a cute apartment with the sweetest dog. I have friends who care about me, no matter where I am in the country. I take care of my body and take pride in my appearance. And, according to my uncle, I have a shining personality.

Oh my God. For the first time, I get what you’ve trying to tell me. I’m a good person. I’m beautiful. I need to love myself. Remember the night of the Duke vs UNC game, when afterward we went to that bar downtown? I had spent the entire day babysitting and felt so out of place, but you told me that I was the most beautiful girl there, the best girl there. Thank you for that. Thank you for that night; it’s one of my favorite memories of our friendship.

Love,
Holly