☕ Coffee with My Teenage Self I show up 15 minutes early—hair done, nails polished, wearing something that makes me feel like me. She rushes in, 15 minutes late—ponytail messy, flip-flops slapping the ground, face sunburnt from being out in the world too long, trying to save it. She looks at me, eyes full of fire and urgency. “The world needs fixing,” she says. I smile, sip my coffee, and gently tell her: “The world doesn’t need to be saved, love. No one needs to be fixed. People just want to be seen, heard, cared for, and loved.” She pauses. The weight she’s been carrying shifts—just a little. I see her. I hear her. And I love her. And that? That’s enough. 🤍 #healingtgeinnerteen #seenheardloved #alignwithmeli