A Love Letter to 10-Year-Old Me
A heartfelt letter to me 10-year-old self
Dear 10-Year-Old Me,
Get up right now! March over to Dad and tell him that English classes mean more to your future than that basic computer course he signed you up for. Trust me, you’ll be grateful later. Soak up every wild, carefree moment with your cousins. Laugh until your stomach aches and tears stream down your face, because one day, adulthood will sweep you all into separate, busy lives. And yes, that distance will hurt. Call Grandma, just to hear her call you mocinha again in that warm, familiar voice you’ll wish you could bottle up forever.
Life will feel like a whirlwind at times, full of wonder and moments so surreal you’ll question if you’re dreaming. You already know how much you love to create, write, and act. At 15, you’ll step onto a theater stage for the first time, and it’ll feel like finding a missing puzzle piece. But this isn’t about teenage dreams or the whirlwind of first kisses. Here’s a hint: every heartbreak, every time someone makes you feel small, you’ll gather the pieces and rebuild stronger. And in the end? Those heartbreaks won’t define you. Kiss, kiss to all those who doubted you.
Life will surprise you, too. One day, you’ll work with the daughter of a singer from Fernando & Sorocaba — the same duo your aunt would play on loop, singing “Paga Pau” and “Bala de Prata” as she scrubbed the floors. And guess what? You’ll even help create a clothing line for her.
Your parents never had the chance to finish school, but you’ll break that cycle. You’ll graduate high school and earn a degree in Advertising, not just for them but for yourself. And you’ll somehow build not one, but three careers: as an advertising pro, a writer, and an actress. You’ll do it all without a guide, figuring out each step on your own. But you’ll make it, and it’ll be extraordinary.
Go easy on yourself. Even now, you’re extraordinary. You’re not your own worst enemy. Even when you feel misunderstood and unheard, don’t stop sharing your story. People need to see the real you, so let them in.
Be grateful, love. You might not have much, but what you do have — your brilliant mind and fierce creativity — will break barriers and open doors you never imagined possible. You’ll be more than okay.
You’ll never stop creating content. Here it is: one of our first blogs on the internet, written when you were only 10 years old. And look at us now. I’ve published my book, and I’m writing for an entertainment portal. Thank you, little girl, for dreaming big.
And always, always tell the people you love them. Don’t wait for the right moment or expect anything in return. Just say it. They’ll feel it.
I love you.
I challenge you to write a letter to your 10-year-old self, too. What advice, encouragement, or secrets would you share?
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