I don’t really know if all teenagers are like Tegan. But I do know that sometimes, the hardest, most heartbreaking moments with her are the ones where I’m reminded that all her flintiness, all her toughness and sarcasm and attitude is only a front. A cover for her tender vulnerability, a cover for the fact that there’s a part of her—a big, beating part—that’s still desperate for approval. From a woman who left her ten years ago.
