I saw someone post this on facebook. And thought I'd do it too. When I took the picture in 2015 I was all dolled up for a date with my boyfriend. My boyfriend that would become a complete nightmare. I would become a monster myself to get away from him. But also in that process I learned what it was to be unconditionally loved. Not by him. But others and myself. The darkest days were coming. In two years I'd be tearing my own hair out and hating myself more than I ever have.
But the second picture. The lady in that second picture is on a whole different plane of existence. Shes been to therapy, she cried, screamed, pleaded, and fallen down more times than I can count. But she accepted the hands that wanted to help her up. She grew.
I learned to give myself some of the love I was giving out to everyone else.
If I could go back and talk to that girls from 2015 I'd give her the longest hug of her life, and tell her that the only way out is through. I wouldn't try and change it. I wouldn't tell her to run. For I wouldnt have worked through my existing issues without that push.