Today I Forgive Myself. Not Just Once. Again, And Again, And Again. As Many Times As It Takes To Find

“Let’s raise children who won’t have to recover from their childhoods.”

— Pam Leo

Estava a precisar mesmo ❤🇦🇴😔🤕🥰 01.03

I hope you find a cozy home in yourself instead of wishing you were more this or less that. I hope you see something in yourself worth loving and protecting. I hope you find something that brings you comfort and lessens the loneliness. I hope you go on long walks and drink your favourite tea. I hope you have books, daydreams, paintbrushes, music and other escapes to hold on to when you have nothing else. I hope you continue to try even when you’re tired and can’t see the end. I hope unexpected good things come to surprise you. I hope you meet someone who lights up your life and makes up for all the goodbyes and endings that came before. I hope you’re going through your day and feel a sense of lightness all over and wonder to yourself, maybe it’s all going to be alright. I hope you make yourself proud. I hope you make new memories full of warmth and peace to replace the bad ones. I hope your heart will be surrounded with flowers, trees and stars. I hope everything gets better for you.

Life is too short to waste time on people who don’t lift you up, who don’t inspire you - they’ll eventuelly drain you.

Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love (via perfectquote)

Jinyoung’s iconic line in GOT7’s TEENAGER 💚

Don't Call Me Kid - prologue

(Rafe Cameron x Reader, series, 3k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

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Your mom called you a late bloomer, and even though you always hated the way she said it, so full of pity and condescension, you couldn’t argue that she was wrong. You were a late bloomer, physically and socially. Your whole childhood and into your teen years, you were painfully insecure, so you tended to hide and shy away from situations that would stretch your comfort zone. You had a good childhood growing up on the ritzy side of the island. But nothing ever felt…complete. You always had this nagging feeling that something was missing, or rather, that you were missing something.

Your older sister, Carter, was the exact opposite of you. She knew who she was from the day she could walk. She developed physically years before you did, even though she was only 18-months your senior. In school, Carter was one grade ahead of you. Everyone knew her, and everyone loved her. She played sports, won class president four years in a row, and was the obsession of every boy in every grade. She was the best known girl on the island, and you were best known as Carter’s sister.

All of these things should’ve been reasons for you to resent her, for the two of you to compete and grow a bitter rivalry, but you were best friends from the start. Carter never made you feel left out or left behind, folding you into her friend group from the time you were kids.

Your mom didn’t have to force Carter to invite you to hang out with her friends, it was always Carter’s idea, dragging you to parties and begging you to keep her company, even though you knew she didn’t need it. She would encourage you to put yourself out there, to leave your books at home and jump in on the fun, assuring you that everyone wanted you around just as much as she did. Carter always saw something in you that you didn’t see in yourself.

From middle school on, Carter casually dated just about every guy in your friend group - Topper, Kelce, several others. She never committed, and they were all fine with having her for just a little bit. There was only one boy she never gave the time of day. The one that she knew was off limits, without you ever really having to tell her, it was just understood.

You had been in love with Rafe Cameron since the moment you first saw him. He was a year above you, in Carter’s grade, and his family lived down the road from yours. You met him on the school bus your first day of kindergarten. 

You were so nervous, your mouth going dry as all the kids on the bus looked at you with judging eyes, but Carter just grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her, plopping you into a vinyl seat a few rows from the back. As soon as you sat down, a pair of blue eyes covered by floppy blond bangs popped up over the seat in front of you.

You noticed him right away, eyes wide as his sudden presence startled you, and your cheeks burned bright red for reasons that you didn’t understand yet. The boy didn’t notice your blushing, his attention fully focused on Carter as he reached his hand over the seat and pulled at her braid.

“Quit it, Rafe!” Carter swatted his hand away. 

The boy, Rafe, smiled, a small dimple creasing his cheek. You weren’t sure why, but you wished more than anything that he was smiling at you instead. After bugging Carter a little longer, his gaze finally shifted over to you and your eyes shot down nervously to your lap.

“Who is that?” Rafe blurted out, talking about but not to you.

You looked at Carter in panic, tongue-tied as you tried to stammer out your name, which you were struggling to remember. Carter noticed your look of desperation, you were so shy and she had gotten used to speaking for you.

“That’s my sister,” Carter said with pride. “She goes to school with us now.”

“Oh, hi,” Rafe said, polite but unimpressed.

“H-hi,” you managed to squeak out, tucking your hair behind your ears, which were burning red.

Rafe disappeared back into his seat. Carter looked at you, noticing how you were nervously biting your lip, your go to tick when you were nervous. She folded her hand protectively in yours and didn’t let go until she dropped you off at your kindergarten classroom.

This is how your interactions with Rafe would go for the rest of elementary school, and middle school, too. He’d ignore you most of the time, tossing you a word or a look here or there, and you’d melt into an absolute puddle everytime. Your tendency to blush at everything he did never went away, meaning everyone knew you loved him.

Your crush was common knowledge among your sister’s friends, hell among the whole school, but no one dared mention it or tease you about it, lest they tempt Carter’s wrath. But they knew, and you knew they knew, and you knew he knew. 

As a freshman, you quickly became first in your class, taking sophomore math and science courses. You ended up in the same first and last period as Rafe, who always struggled in school. After a few weeks of chatting during labs and lending Rafe your notes, you actually started to feel like he had become your friend. He played every sport, and you were right there in the bleachers for every game. Sometimes, when he’d make a great play, he’d look at you in the stands and wink, making your whole body blush, feeling like the most special girl in the world. But then, on his next play, he’d wink at another girl or playfully bow to the cheer squad and it’d make you want to die, suddenly invisible again.

“He’s such a douche,” Carter would nudge you with her elbow, trying to downplay the moment because she knew you were crushed.

You dreaded the day Carter would graduate and leave you at this school alone. You weren’t friends with anyone in your own grade, it seemed the year you were born produced more mean girls and fuck boys than the one before it. Carter would tell you the girls in your grade were just jealous that you got to hang out with her class, but you always thought it was more that they didn’t understand you, and people tend to attack what they don’t understand.

Cassie Bryant was the worst of them. She was the Kook princess of your year, as pretty and popular as anyone could be. From early on, she mastered the art of being mean to you in a way that crushed your spirit but looked totally friendly to everyone else. She’d make backhanded comments like “the way you dress is so…interesting” or “you’re lucky you have so much free time to study, I’m way too busy.” 

She was even worse when Rafe was around. It was like Cassie had a radar for when he was finally giving you some attention, and the second you felt comfortable, she’d be there playfully stealing his baseball hat or pouting at him and saying “Rafey, do you have a J?” Then as she pulled him away, she’d laugh at you and say “it’s okay, we know you’re too cool to smoke with us.” No one saw the smug look she’d shoot you as she hung on his arm. You’d try to explain to Rafe why her words hurt you, but he never understood. He’d just shrug and say “that’s just Cassie, she has no filter.” 

At least Carter believed you. 

“Pick-me bitch,” she’d spit as she watched you watch Cassie steal Rafe away yet again.

You and Rafe saw each other every day. You’d tutor him for tests and help with his homework, you were in advanced classes and he had to retake most of his credits. He’d call you “Einstein” and “smarty pants,” always finding a way to address you without actually using your name. You never thought much of it, convincing yourself that his nicknames were coming from a place of affection. When he wasn’t copying your homework or convincing you to stay up after all of your work was done to help him with his, you found other ways to feel needed. You’d bring him lunch from his favorite spot when he got in-school suspension, bake him brownies before his big games, and give him rides to all his practices since his dad took away his truck so often. 

Every afternoon at 4:45, you’d stop by the gas station across from your school and get a Redbull and protein bar for him, and a bag of your favorite candy for yourself. You’d park by the field house, waiting in your car with his snacks for sometimes a half-an-hour before he decided to stop messing around with his friends and head out. When you’d give him his snack, he’d kiss your cheek and say, “thanks, kid.” Even though it wasn’t really meant to be romantic, you lived for those moments when you could pretend you were his girlfriend, smiling at the way the cheerleaders eyed your car judgmentally when you pulled out of the lot with the Rafe Cameron in your passenger seat.

“He’s just using you,” Carter would say when you got home.

“No he’s not,” you’d shrug, “we’re friends.”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes. 

Even if Rafe broke your heart everyday, you were fine with it as long as he put it back together the next with some small gesture that made you hope…maybe someday.

Then, in the spring semester of your junior year, his senior year, you were parked outside the field house like usual after one of his baseball practices. You saw his figure emerge from the brick building, his hair wet and clinging to his forehead. You smiled wildly, your heart fluttering every time you saw him, even after all these years. You got his snacks out and set them on the seat for him, ready for your daily thank you.

But he didn’t head for your car like usual, instead he veered toward the group of cheerleaders gathered on the other side of the lot. You frowned, eyes furrowed as you watched him approach the gaggle of girls. When he reached them, he grabbed one of their hands and pulled her out of the huddle. Your heart sank when you realized who it was.

Cassie giggled as Rafe pulled her toward him, the other girls in the circle laughing and catcalling toward them. Clearly everyone in this parking lot knew something you didn’t.

And then he kissed her. 

Rafe pulled away from the kiss, hands still on Cassie’s waist, and watched with confusion as your car peeled out of the parking lot without him.

You didn’t speak to him the whole next week, but he was completely oblivious to your heartbreak, still texting you as if nothing ever happened. 

Thursday, March 23rd

Hey kid, u coming to my game tomorrow? u know I need my good luck charm Read 11:03 pm

Sunday, March 26th

Babyyyyy in drvnk at top’s pick me upppp? :(  Read 2:17 am

Tuesday, March 28th

yo dude u got the hw packet done for precal? I’m screwed for tomorrow Read 9:56 pm

You’d stare at the messages for a long time before shoving your phone in your desk drawer or turning it off all together, but always made sure to open the message so he’d know you read it. 

Then you’d cry yourself to sleep. 

Carter would sit in your bed each night, rubbing your back comfortingly, pissed that she couldn’t do more to save you from this hurt, muttering under her breath about how she was gonna kick his ass.

After only a week of unreturned texts and trying to get your attention at school with no luck, Rafe went silent. You thought you’d make him sweat for a few weeks before forgiving him, enough time to show you he cared that you weren’t speaking, but then he did the exact opposite.

“It’s for the best,” Carter tried to convince you. 

Maybe she was right. After you no longer had Rafe in your life, you threw yourself into your schoolwork. You had always been smart, but now that you were more focused on yourself and not him, you were acing every class, top of the honor roll. 

The gang all went their separate ways after graduation. Rafe to UNC Chapel Hill, Carter to Duke, Topper and Kelce to U of Florida. With your sister and her friends gone, you spent senior year alone, but opened acceptance letter after acceptance letter. Rafe faded slowly from your mind as you dreamt out your future. 

Eventually you got the letter you were waiting for, your dream school. The day before you left the island, you promised yourself you wouldn’t miss out on the college experience the way you missed out in high school. 

Then, hundreds of miles away from home, something miraculous happened. Far from the memories of your lonely childhood and Rafe Cameron, you bloomed. You made friends early on, feeling like you may have finally found your people in academia. You picked up intramural sports, now you were the one scoring goals and spiking balls and waving smugly to all your friends in the stands. You dated, and you dated. Never settling on one guy too long, having too much fun to tie yourself down.

Things just clicked so much easier, no longer living in your sister’s shadow, far enough away from all the shy girl stereotypes to explore and figure out who you were on your own terms. And slowly, all thoughts of Rafe Cameron faded from your mind. You only thought of him when he made cameos in your dreams, the high school nightmare variety - late to class, showing up naked on accident, a test you forgot to study for, and Rafe in the parking lot kissing Cassie Bryant. You’d wake up cursing your subconscious and feel off for about half a day, before your fast paced routine in your new city erased his face from your mind again.

You changed physically, too. Though you didn’t really feel any different, Carter would make comments every time you came home for a holiday or event.

“Damn, bitch,” she’d say, looking you up and down and wolf-whistling. 

“Shut up,” you’d roll your eyes, feigning annoyance when it really made your confidence soar. 

She’s just being a supportive sister, you’d tell yourself, clinging to the same insecurity you’d had your whole life. But she wasn’t the only one, boys noticed you now a way they never used to. You hooked up with enough guys to start to feel comfortable with the attention, but whenever you’d draw eyes at college parties or lecture halls, your cheeks would still go bright red, never quite figuring out how to turn off that particular mannerism.

You were almost done with your third year, a plane ticket to head back to North Carolina for Carter’s graduation already purchased. One night, as she showed you options for her graduation outfit on Facetime, she casually threw out, “some of us from Kildare are going to Miami to celebrate graduation.”

“Oh?” You said, not really listening, going over a term paper with a red pen for the fifth time.

“You should come…” she was nervous, trying to say it casually enough that maybe you might not overthink it and just say yes.

“Wait sorry, come where?” You put down your pen and actually looked at the screen, knowing she hated when you were listening without really listening like this.

“Miami,” she repeated. “A few of us are getting an Airbnb on the beach for a week after finals.”

“Who’s us?” You asked. 

“Oh y’know,” she started listing names of her old friends, a lot more people than you expected, your throat tightening with a social anxiety you hadn’t felt in years at thought of being in a room with that many people from high school. “...Jack, Maddie, Sabrina. Topper and Kelce obviously,” she continued, at least ten names deep, going quiet for a moment before adding “...and Rafe.”

“No.” you said simply, propping the phone back up and returning to your paper.

“Oh, come onnnn,” she whined, not at all surprised by your response. “It’s been four years, and you’re thriving now! You can just pretend he’s not there.”

“Yes, exactly,” you snarked at her. “Just as I’m finally thriving, you want me to spend a week stuck in a house with Rafe Cameron. That makes sense.”

“You and I will hang out on the beach the whole time, we don’t even have to talk to him,” she reasoned. “And he can just sit in the corner and look at your hot body and feel like shit for being such a dick to you in high school.”

You laughed a little despite yourself. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a part of you that wished he could see you now. Even though you stayed away from Kildare as much as possible and barely went out when you were home, terrified of running into him, you also dreamt of a time you would see him again. New look, new confidence, new you. 

“Hah! You’re thinking about it aren’t you?” Carter said smugly, interrupting your thoughts.

“Maybe,” you said, turning back to your schoolwork.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” she cheered victoriously.

“Or you can take it as a maybe, which is what it is,” you corrected her.

“Pleaseeee?” She begged. “It’s my graduation trip! And I don’t want to be there without you.”

You sighed deeply, weighing all of the pros and cons as you bit your lip. Carter had always been there for you, and if it was so important to her that you make this trip, it was really the least you could do. Plus, she was going abroad for grad school in just a few weeks, and you knew it would be your last chance to spend time with her for a while.

“Fine…I’ll come,” you finally conceded. 

“Yay!” Carter yelped. “Best trip ever!”

“Uh-huh,” you said skeptically. “Best trip ever.”

(next chapter)

a/n: hi, i'm nat and i've struggled with body image and anxiety my whole life and I have been the victim of countless unrequited loves, particularly in my teen years, though the sting never really goes away. writing this series has been really personal to me so far, and i'm having a great time. I hope you like it. ♡

„But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves.“

— Lilo, Lilo & Stitch (2002)

✨ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✨

❣️ 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 - 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒉

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚: 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 - 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍

❣️𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 - 𝑻. 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗 𝑬𝒌𝒆𝒓

❣️𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑫𝒂𝒅, 𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒅 - 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 - 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑪. 𝑩𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒆

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 - 𝑵𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑯𝒊𝒍𝒍

❣️𝑨 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕 : 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒚𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒍

❣️𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 : 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 - 𝑴.𝑱 𝑫𝒆𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 - 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒚

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂'𝒔 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 - 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑱. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒚

❣️𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒔 - 𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒑 : 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 - 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒓

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒏 - 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 - 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎

❣️𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 : 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏 - 𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

❣️𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 : 𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒔 𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒕 - 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒐𝒔𝒔 & 𝑻𝒂𝒉𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒛

❣️𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 - 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑪𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒕 : 𝑨 𝑮𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 - 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑱𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒏 - 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒊𝒅𝒂

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 : 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 - 𝑴.𝑱. 𝑫𝒆𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆 : 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑵𝒐𝒘 -𝑴𝒆𝒈 𝑱𝒂𝒚

❣️ 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 : 𝟕 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 - 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒔

❣️𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 - 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊

❣️𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 - 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒓

❣️𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑫𝒂𝒅'𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒉: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝟖 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 - 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊

❣️𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒌: 𝑨 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉- 𝑬𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔-𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒏

❣️𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉. 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒔 𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒙-𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔-𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒏

⭐Vitamin Cheat Sheet⭐

Vitamin A: Vision, immune system, skin health.

Vitamin B1 (Thiamine): Energy metabolism, nerve function.

Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin): Energy production, skin health.

Vitamin B3 (Niacin): Cellular energy production, skin health.

Vitamin B5 (Pantothenic Acid): Metabolism, hormone production.

Vitamin B6: Brain function, mood regulation.

Vitamin B7 (Biotin): Healthy hair, skin, and nails.

Vitamin B9 (Folate): Cell division, DNA synthesis.

Vitamin B12: Nervous system, red blood cells.

Vitamin C: Immune system, collagen synthesis.

Vitamin D: Bone health, immune function.

Vitamin E: Antioxidant, skin health.

Vitamin K: Blood clotting, bone health.

Calcium: Bone and teeth health, muscle function.

Iron: Oxygen transport, energy production.

Magnesium: Nerve function, muscle relaxation.

Zinc: Immune system, wound healing.

Potassium: Fluid balance, nerve function.

Iodine: Thyroid function, metabolism.

Selenium: Antioxidant, thyroid health.

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