Written to and by:

Veronica Barrios-Garcia

Dear Self,

You think you are pretty awesome, right? Of course you are, you are twenty-eight years old. You look amazing. You think you are fat, but, really, I wish I looked like you. The future is bright; you’ve finished college and have begun your career. Life is an image of ambitious, filled weekdays and debachorous weekends. You’ve had your share of late nights, spontaneous trips and wreck less decisions. Risks seem thoughtless, but incomparable to the obstacles ahead. Your biggest responsibility is paying the rent and your monthly budget is 40% nightlife and alcohol…I miss you!

I’m here to tell you that you’ve made some admirable decisions:

College degree-awesome, that’s helped us a lot.

Husband – good choice, he’s a keeper.

I know you are in your honeymoon loveyduddyphase, but he’s truly amazing. In ten years you won’t…