Hello 17 year old self.
You naive, open armed, little girl.
Prepare yourself.
- Being brave doesn’t always look as it seems. Speaking up and asking for help is brave.
- You are strong. You can walk away.
- Your family will have your back. Even your dorky dad.
- Tea can heal wounds that time can’t.
- Laugh, hard.
- Kiss that boy, in the photo booth. You will be friends till this day. He’s more nervous than you.
- The popular girls do not give a shit. And neither should you. Just wait.
- Your boyfriend is not going to marry you. He’s going to marry another girl.
- Learn to stand your ground.
- Soak up the Nelson summer sun.
- Your heart will heal.
- You will forgive yourself.
- Wear that damn dress with the slit in the leg.
- Ruby will only be tiny once.
- Lay down on the couch a few more times.
- Clear your room out.
- Drop the act of being tough.
- Tell Mrs. Smith that she is wrong.
- Tell Dad that your still his little girl after all of this.
- Eat more chocolate.
- Leave your job for somewhere else.
- Hold your head high. Your not what they say.
- Go to the river more.
- Do more things that scare you.
- This storm will pass.
- You will learn that you are someones beautiful.
- He was a dick head. He still is 4 years later.
- Take a nap.
- You got this.
- Making long lists of things to do makes your life easier in the future.
- Nelson will not change.
- This is not the end.
- The ball is not that important.
- You already have the most amazing friends.
- Boys are bloody c**ts.
- Your boobs will grow.
- Being tall isn’t lame.
- Eat what you want.
- Wear more sunscreen.
- Stop being a little bitch about what you want to say.
If you knew me when I was 17 I was running wild after being set loose from a relationship. I was focused on the next step in my life and all the things I had to do to get there. I was crawling my way of out of depression and finding out who I was as a person. Looking back I laugh and cringe at what I was like when I was 17. Just between you and I I still cringe at myself cause I am a weird person. I have just over two weeks to create a piece for choreography, find a new house to live, finish university, sort out my summer plan and survive the next 4 weeks without dying. Anyho, its FRIDAY. I have so much s**t to do. K. Bye.