To my 16-year-old self
Yep, that’s me there. At 16, in all my retainer-wearing, unplucked-eyebrow glory. I dug the photo up when Suz Broughton asked me to participate in a Vloggersation about what I would say to my 16-year-old self if I had a chance.
I thought I’d share my thoughts here too. So I’m dedicating this one to THAT girl.
First of all, for the love of God enjoy the body you are in and stop worrying so much about how you look in that little cheer skirt. You look amazing. Trust me, I’d kill to have that flat stomach again.
You know that dumb boy that called you “CHUBS,” even though you were a size 7? You’ll see him at your 10 year high school reunion. And now weighs over 300 pounds. Karma is a, well, you know.
Oh yeah, and don’t spend so much time caring about what other people think. Stop trying to hide your nerdy-ness. Trust me, the “cool” kids that teased you for being smart still live at home and work at TGIFriday’s.
In general, the right thing to do is usually the hardest thing to do. Anything worthwhile takes a fair amount of work. There aren’t any shortcuts.
And when somebody shows you who they really are, believe them. You’ll learn that one the hard way.
And lastly, go thank your parents. They seem so strict now, but trust me, it really is for your own good in the long run. And someday you’ll actually be friends with them.
Good luck, kiddo, you are going to need it!
To see the whole Vloggersation, click here.
