A 16-year-old takes off her T-shirt at the beach. But the person by her side sees something that nobody else does

So it’s at a very busy beach where a woman in her 30’s sits on the sand next to a group of younger people. She has her 2 children with her. The group next to her, all around 16 years of age, are talking and enjoying the day. However, the woman cannot take her attention off of one particular person in the group. She is so taken aback, that she feels the need to write the following, very powerful, open letter to young people everywhere.

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“DEAR GIRL IN THE GREEN BATHING SUIT:

I am the woman sitting on the towel beside you. The one who came with a little boy and girl.

First of all, I want to say I’m having a really nice time sitting by you and your friends, in this brief moment where our spaces touch and our laughter meets. I enjoy the “transcendental“ chat and how the music from your loudspeaker fills my air.

You know? I’m kind of amazed because I don’t know at which moment of my life I went from being there to here: from being the girl to being the “lady beside you.” From being the one who comes to the beach with her friends to the one coming with her kids.

But I am not writing you because of that. I am writing you because I would like to tell you that I noticed you. I couldn’t help seeing you.

I saw how you were the last one to take off your clothes.

I saw you go discreetly behind your friends and take off your T-shirt when you thought nobody was looking. I saw you. I wasn’t looking at you but I saw you.

I saw you sitting on your towel in a careful position, covering your tummy with your arms.

I saw you lower your head so you could put your hair behind your ear, maybe so you didn’t have to move your arms from their careful position.

I saw you stand up in order to go to the water and swallow nervously as you stood there, exposed to your friends. Once again, you used your arms as a sarong to cover your stretch marks, slack skin and cellulite.

I saw you get worried because you couldn’t cover your entire body at once, as you walked slowly away from your group of friends again.

I don’t know if your discontent had something to do with the fact that your friend was letting her long hair flow over a back which was only lacking the Victoria Secret wings. In the meantime, you were there looking down at the ground, searching for a hiding place within yourself, from yourself.