Letter 02: Dear Allie
Original Post Date: Jan 18, 2023
“This newfound vainness and freedom are apologies to the Allie that got lost somewhere along the way. ”
July 29th, 2022 was a very typical summer Thursday. I was tucked in my plush comforter with my AirPods on full blast. I attentively stared at my phone; I was ready to hit play. New music Thursday nights (Friday morning some may argue) are my favorite. Especially when an artist as talented as Beyonce Knowles Carte are promising a musical experience of 16 songs. On July 29th, Beyonce released Renaissance, one of the most impressive musical compilations I've heard in a while. I proceeded to listen to this album for hours on end as summer culminated. I’d been focused on self-love and this album was the embodiment of THATGIRLNESS * (a newly formed noun, don’t check Merriam-Webster, though).
As I listened to the 9th track, the words featured in my self-directed letter poured out. The lyrics and instrumentals, of every track, embodied a level of confidence I was reaching for. As I replay track 9, I realized that its general liveliness impacted me more than the lyrics. I could go on to analyze and praise this project, but I’m going to be a little selfish and bring us back to our focus…Me. That being said, shout out to Virgo’s Groove for igniting my desire to realign myself. I present to you a letter to Allie.
Dear Allie,
Some may think you’re being conceited. They’re entitled to that opinion. You, on the other hand, are entitled to not care and here’s why:
This newfound vainness and freedom are apologies to the Allie that got lost somewhere along the way. To the Allie that danced and didn’t care if she matched the beat. To the Allie that was unapologetically loud because that’s her innate voice. To the Allie that was convinced that she would be on American Idol. To the Allie that stunned a crowd with her voice during her middle school theatrical performance. To the Allie that tested the limits, ignoring the possibilities of repercussion. To the Allie that popped her hips as soon as the flash turned on. To the Allie that wrote and imagined stories like they’d land her a spot on the NY Times best sellers list. To the dreamer, to the little girl who never second-guessed what people thought. You’ve been gone for far too long, welcome back.
With Love,
Allie
Song of the Post:
* Thatgirlness (n.) - the physical embodiment of confidence and living life to fullest.
