Letter 18

Dear Imaginary Self, even though I dream of you being me, silver sports cars, passionate nights and flying horses, you need to realize that the struggles are far more important than posturing could ever be. Also, I know that seeing you so clearly has muddled my minds eye as to who I am myself, because even though you, who I could be, wear sophisticated clothes and perfect laughter, I must be honest and acknowledge that it still is easier to buy super hero tee shirts and jeans.
Not that I am ignoring you altogether. Not at all.
I'm growing up, wearing my hair nicer, conversing with adults easier, and slowly growing my wardrobe out to match my dreams. I am working towards being you, but stop rushing me. It will take time.

Love, Mimi.