I was so surprised, yesterday when a family member returned to me a letter I had sent to my grandmother from sleep-away camp in…1979. I still have PTSD from sleep-away camp. I mean, there was no TV, and I was in a bunk with other people. HORROR! Anyway, reading the letter, I thought: What a cute little girl. Not a thought I would have thought back then, as my self-criticism started very early. But it’s a lesson to treat myself with kindness. Treat yourself with kindness, too! We’re all 11 year old girls at heart.