My dear [redacted - or, your name here, when you need to hear it] ,
When the critical voices start popping up, please remember to let my voice ring out in your head, as well. Close your eyes maybe or do a little dance, and take a deep deep breath, and hear me - and really listen.
Don't let the unkind voices seem truer to you than those that - without agenda - aim to draw you back to your love of self. Don't let those who cannot see the vibrancy of your path, throw a shadow over it. Don't let the voices that are hurt, or sad, or insecure, or benign but simply misunderstanding, convince you that you're worth less than you are.
Not to say you're perfect, that you don't make mistakes, that you don't have faults. We all do. You, me, the owners of those other voices, too. Beautiful doesn't mean perfect. What's beautiful is seeing and loving your smooth and also your rough places, loving the cracks in you which heal stronger than before, not faking knowing, never faking perfection.
I say to us both: When given the choice between listening to those who scorn you, and listening to those who love you, choose the latter. In words of love, we find our best selves.
When you need to, hear my voice.
Remember you are loved.(1)
(1) Love (noun/verb/adj/everything) /ləv/: also, "understand; see in completeness; feel like home with; adore without ifs or buts; be proud of just for being"