So much to tell you!
I am feeling rather nostalgic of late. Perhaps it was because I am penning a YA Romance? Perhaps it's because I caught up from my old friends from High School in the holidays? Maybe it's the hind site that age and wisdom brings? But I think to myself…..If I had a time machine (as ya do)
What would I say to my 16 year old self?
(Sweet 16 at my school social, for a small town I bravely rocked knee high boots and a suede mini)
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
You know that boy you love? That you think you will die if you aren't together? The one you look at across a crowded school yard. The one that doesn't know you exist, that doesn't love you back.
It's o.k! Because in years to come you will see him in the supermarket when you go home to visit. He will be married to a plain wife with 3 kids under the age of 3, he will have receding hair line and generous beer belly.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
Take you hair out of that braid! There is something called "hair product" it makes curly hair avoid frizz, you needn't fear any longer.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?Those mean girls? The ones that left the nasty note in your locker? Eh forget about them, in 10 years time there will be a thing called Facebook and you will receive a friend invite from all of them. You will even all meet up and look back and laugh about what little bitches you all were.
Dear 16 year old me,you know what?
You are not fat! You are like a size nothing. You are a teenager and guess what honey once you get older, some days you are going to wish you had that scrawny figure back.
Hey 16 year old, me you know what?School does suck, but you get to go home at 3! And those school holidays which there are SO many of, that you spend lounging around talking to your friends on the phone and pestering your mum and dad for money. Although you think it's boring days, trust me they are great days.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
When you think, I don't know what I want to do when I get older? You will.
When you look longingly at your high school crush that you have circled in your year book, and wonder will anyone ever love me.? They will.
And when you think. How will I ever survive this? You do.
If I had only an ounce of the confidence and wisdom in High School as I do now, it would have been a much more enjoyable place. Of course try telling that to a 16 year old! Yeah right!
You know what I also find would have helped my High School experience?
Adam Brody!
It's rather simple really, if I got to be Biology partners with the likes of Adam Brody, I think I would have appreciated school a whole lot more. Something about those bed tousled dark locks and dark eyes and that boy next door look, that I love so much. Sadly there was no boy like this at our school. In fact each time at school assembly when the principle would announce a new foreign exchange student was coming to our school. All our teenage girl hearts would squeeze expectantly with anticipation, only to be sadly disappointed when our green eyed Alessandro turned out to be a pasty sickly looking Hans.
Guess now that I have the power to wield the pen, the time that mousy girl in me, stood by and watched the boy I loved slow dance with the girl I hated at the school social. Now I am going to write for the mousy, shy girls! I am going to let them dance with the boys!
In reality we may not have danced, but by God….we will now!
What would I say to my 16 year old self?
(Sweet 16 at my school social, for a small town I bravely rocked knee high boots and a suede mini)
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
You know that boy you love? That you think you will die if you aren't together? The one you look at across a crowded school yard. The one that doesn't know you exist, that doesn't love you back.
It's o.k! Because in years to come you will see him in the supermarket when you go home to visit. He will be married to a plain wife with 3 kids under the age of 3, he will have receding hair line and generous beer belly.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
Take you hair out of that braid! There is something called "hair product" it makes curly hair avoid frizz, you needn't fear any longer.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?Those mean girls? The ones that left the nasty note in your locker? Eh forget about them, in 10 years time there will be a thing called Facebook and you will receive a friend invite from all of them. You will even all meet up and look back and laugh about what little bitches you all were.
Dear 16 year old me,you know what?
You are not fat! You are like a size nothing. You are a teenager and guess what honey once you get older, some days you are going to wish you had that scrawny figure back.
Hey 16 year old, me you know what?School does suck, but you get to go home at 3! And those school holidays which there are SO many of, that you spend lounging around talking to your friends on the phone and pestering your mum and dad for money. Although you think it's boring days, trust me they are great days.
Hey 16 year old me, you know what?
When you think, I don't know what I want to do when I get older? You will.
When you look longingly at your high school crush that you have circled in your year book, and wonder will anyone ever love me.? They will.
And when you think. How will I ever survive this? You do.
If I had only an ounce of the confidence and wisdom in High School as I do now, it would have been a much more enjoyable place. Of course try telling that to a 16 year old! Yeah right!
You know what I also find would have helped my High School experience?
Adam Brody!
It's rather simple really, if I got to be Biology partners with the likes of Adam Brody, I think I would have appreciated school a whole lot more. Something about those bed tousled dark locks and dark eyes and that boy next door look, that I love so much. Sadly there was no boy like this at our school. In fact each time at school assembly when the principle would announce a new foreign exchange student was coming to our school. All our teenage girl hearts would squeeze expectantly with anticipation, only to be sadly disappointed when our green eyed Alessandro turned out to be a pasty sickly looking Hans.
Guess now that I have the power to wield the pen, the time that mousy girl in me, stood by and watched the boy I loved slow dance with the girl I hated at the school social. Now I am going to write for the mousy, shy girls! I am going to let them dance with the boys!
In reality we may not have danced, but by God….we will now!
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