I'm clearing through old things today and managed to find the key to my 'Book of secrets' from when I was a girl 25 years ago.
There was a poem in there written to my future self. It's basically pure self loathing. I was 12. I call myself a devil in a flaming red suit, a bitch while mentioning that my little brothers on the other hand were 'helpful' and 'cute'.
I wrote a note to my future self to say don't ever throw this away.
It's a sad read. I really hated myself and I think I did a bit of self harm at that age too. As an adult now I just want to go back in time to help that lost girl. My parents at the time weren't very emotionally mature or in tune with me so my self esteem was rock bottom well into adulthood until I took the reigns and sorted myself out.
Not sure whether to keep the poem or destroy it now...