Coffee with my younger self ☕️

There are moments when healing doesn’t look like a celebration. It looks like sitting quietly with your past self and realizing....you made it. And not only did you survive....you're at peace now.

This piece isn’t just a reflection. It’s a love letter to the girl I used to be-and to the woman I’ve become.

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I had coffee with my younger self today…

We arrived at the same time,

but we weren’t in the same place…

She ordered something sweet,

full of caramel and whipped cream.

I ordered something strong,

something simple…

Her hair was freshly dyed…platinum

and straightened to perfection.

Mine was pulled up in a high bun…

darker now, more natural,

with waves that come when I let it be…

She talked about wild nights,

laughter with friends, and

chasing excitement… I told her

about slow mornings, deep love,

and the quiet joy of building a

life that feels like home…

She carried a purse full of makeup, always fixing…

always perfecting…

I smiled as we applied our

chapstick at the same time…

She asked if I wanted to go shopping after…

but I smiled and told her

I had somewhere to be.

Not in a rush, not running

away-just heading back

to a life that finally feels like mine.

She looked at me a little unsure,

a little curious at what that meant…

And I looked at her, knowing

she’ll understand one day.

I think about her often…

But I wouldn’t trade places…

Not anymore

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If you're healing, growing, or even quietly blooming… I hope this reminds you: you don’t need to go back to who you were to love her. You just have to keep becoming who you were always meant to be.

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” -Exodus 14:14

Kristen, Unfiltered Xo 💋