A Letter to my Sixteen Year Old Self

     First of all, I am so sorry that you were as awkward as you were. You were really convinced that you would skip the “I hate the world and all who inhabit it” stage, but you were wrong. I guess it’s okay to be wrong though. After all, you were sixteen years old.

     Let’s be honest, you thought you had it all planned out. Little did you know, cosmetology was not your calling, and yes, you did suck at it. It is okay. You can’t be good at everything. I know you couldn’t stand those teachers, but you could have tried a little harder. Not everyone is going to be your cup of tea, but that does not mean you should throw it out completely. You could have done better. I also could have had another cup of coffee to keep me from crashing this morning, but alas, I did not. I guess that kind of stuff happens. I’ll let it slide.

I know boys are a huge part of adolescence, but girl, relax. You will not hear from these boys when you graduate. They are just boys. Worry about the opposite sex when they become men. It becomes a lot less frustrating. (Just kidding, no it doesn’t. But at least you won’t be so naive in your late teens or early twenties.) You will cry less tears and feel less dumb later on. Trust me. Most of these kids will become drug addicts, users, criminals, or all of the above. Wait until someone comes into your life and opens doors for you, tells you that you are beautiful every day, and holds you while you cry. Those are the kind of men you want to keep in your life.

Your closest friend is your mother. She always will be, so learn to accept it. Please listen to her when she has an instinct. She is seriously always right. Even when she’s wrong, she is still right because she’s your mom. That’s just how that works. It is an unwritten rule in the book of life. Maybe it is lame to other kids your age, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with spending a Friday night out with your mommy. She’ll appreciate it, and you will too. Unfortunately parents don’t live forever, and I know you know that, but keep it in mind. Plus, she’ll probably buy you a slice of pizza. Isn’t that what friendship is all about?

Learn to accept who you are and why you were created this way. Your body does not define you as a person. Your hair will not determine how beautiful you look. Anyone lucky enough to take a glance at your raw soul could easily see how wonderful you actually are. No amount of makeup could cover an ugly personality. Be kind, gentle, and understanding. Those are the traits that make the world shine brighter. Get off the scale, treat your body to nutritious foods, and gently handle your self esteem. You got this, and if you think you don’t, you could always pretend.

Finally, be who you are, do what you love, and say what you feel. Unfortunately life does not give out second chances, so be who you are meant to be before it is too late. Boys will hurt you, friends will leave you, and you will go through periods of self loathing and regret. Life goes on. Pain is temporary. Wake up every morning and know that you, YOU, have a purpose. Happiness will follow.

I promise you.

Love,

You

 

 

 

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