Man, don't you wish we told people our nickname was Libby? That is so much cooler...actually I hope you finally remembered to introduce us as Libby and started spreading that. So let me start again.
Yeah I like that. I feel like I am writing this letter during a very pivotal point in my life and there is one thing that I am hoping for above all else.
I hope that we have learned complete body acceptance. I hope you don't get nervous wearing bathing suits anymore and have embraced the stretch marks that might fade (I'm working on it) but will still always be there. I hope that the mirror doesn't bother you as much anymore and that going to wing night doesn't reduce you to tears and guilty push ups because 20cent wings really rock.
I hope you stopped wearing t-shirts as much and started wearing all the clothes you want to wear because who cares if they hug your tummy a little to tight and your strong legs are the focal point? I hope you embrace the dressing room mirrors because it gives you a 360 view of just how beautiful you are. Because everyone will say you look great but I want to already know we look great. So I really hope you believe it.
And just so you know this letter is really from me (well past you) I'll add this. I really hope we made enough money to go grocery shopping at Fairway, because their colorful produce makes me feel healthier just staring at it.
Loving you more (slowly) every time I look in the Mirror Libby,