Dear mom and dad,
I must be the most troublesome daughter you've ever raised! Sometimes when I look back, I cannot imagine that that me a few years ago is actually this me now. From a happy-go-lucky child to a depressed, low self-esteem tween to a skinny-obsessed teen to this forever-dreaming-of-freedom me - how did you manage me?
You don't say it out, but through your words and actions (and nags) I know you love me. And I love you too, for being so compromising and patient with me. How on earth do you do that?!