Thursday, February 23, 2012

Dear 16 year old...

Today's guest post is from Amy at Feathered Friendsy! She wrote a letter to her 16 year old self.

Dear Sixteen Year Old Me,

You're a mess. You seem to think that what everyone else thinks about you matters, and it doesn't. You try to please everyone else but you're making yourself miserable in the process. These people don't matter – and the ones who do, they accept you as is. The girl in your algebra class that makes your life unbearable every day? She will end up in jail for drunk driving your first summer out of high school. That guy who calls you fat all the time? He ends up gaining nearly 100 lbs in college. Those shoes you want so badly that your mom can't afford? They'll be out of style in a week.

Look, 16 year old self, you gotta listen to me. I'll be 26 this year and life is nothing at all like what you're planning. I...we are not a lawyer. We're not famous. (We?) I'm not insanely rich. But you know what I have? I have true love. And a gorgeous family. And honest-to-goodness happiness. And those things are all way better than anything you have planned for us.

So here's what I propose. You go ahead and enjoy your childhood – and yes, you are still a child. Stop trying to grow up so fast and worry about marriage and careers. Concentrate on things that make you happy. Enjoy being a “band geek.” Learn to love your body – it will go on to do amazing things. Ditch that loser of a boyfriend you're with right now and take care of your true friends instead. Get closer with your mother sooner. She won't be around for much longer – you need to enjoy every second you've got.

Oh, and one more thing. You grow up to be basically the same person you are now, only happier. You're still dorky, geeky, nerdy. You still enjoy reading more than movies, music from the 90s, and corny jokes. You still view the “popular kids” as lame, but better than that, the rest of the world does too because when you're an adult, high school/college popularity means absolutely nothing.

So dance, 16 year old me. Dance to the rhythm of life. Listen for the music in every day things. Have your own style, love the things you love. You're more valuable than you think.

The 25 year old future you

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