Day 10. A letter to someone you would like to meet

You guys are probably expecting someone else but here goes....

Dear Rihanna,

I genuinely do not understand why people giggle a little when I list you as people I want to meet. I mean how else will i learn to live like nobody is watching even with 36.5 million twitter followers, 89,226,606 facebook fans and well.... the rest of the world and their mothers watching. How else will I learn to be myself even when a billion people are watching me, judging me and desperately begging me to be someone else?

How else will I learn to watch my world crumble while everyone watches but still wake up to get my job done. Honestly there is only one way to say it... Rihanna if you do not meet me who will teach me to be unapologetic about who I am? Or to own my body? Or how to love my family unconditionally? You have shared bits of yourself with every person who has learnt to love you. You have shared your friends, your family, your home.

Also who will teach me how to dutty wind? How will show me exactly how it is that Island girls have more fun?

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