A new year's letter to you

Dear you. 

The you who is ready to face the year head on and is raring to go. The you who is rolling into the new year indifferent. The you who looks at the 365 days ahead and wonders how you can possibly see the 1st of January 2019. This letter is for you.

I am beautiful

I am beautiful. Something I may not say very often because we live in a society where you are seen as vain if you think so positively about yourself. Most days, like the majority of people my age, my self esteem is lower than it should be. But some days, like today, I know that I am beautiful. Not the type of head turning beautiful, not the type of dribble beautiful but someone whose beauty grows as you get to know them.

Dear Santa, this year I want nothing

Its that time of year where children are writing their Santa's list, where teens are discussing what expensive gifts their parents will be buying, where bloggers post their wish lists and where we are all in the shops trying to find that perfect something. But this year I've kept my paper blank.