Friday, 23 November 2018

Letter to My Fifteen Year Old Self

Hi there, it's you but like, five years later. I know five years doesn't seem like a long time but a lot has changed since we last spoke. Some of it good, some of it not so good but all of it came with important lessons. I thought I'd give you an update and maybe, some hope that life isn't going to be as crappy as once thought. You're in university now, which is crazy because you never thought you'd get there. You're doing a degree that you love and you're doing well with grades. Looks like that revision paid off, eh?


You deal with your worries and nerves a lot better now. You've learned some methods that help you calm down when you need it. Also, your self-confidence has risen so much. You've really come out of that shell you used to lock yourself away in. You've finally learned that you' d rather be surrounded by a small circle of people that genuinely care about you than by a big group of people who couldn't care less. Yes, Mom finally got that through to you.

You have a really nice boyfriend now, too. He's super supportive and he thinks the world of you. You both have some big plans together. Remember when someone told you that the best love comes when you're not expecting it? Well, turns out they were right. You've travelled a lot with him too. He helps a lot with your worries and he always knows the right things to say. So, stop stressing about finding the right boyfriend at your age, have some fun because it turns out he finds you. 

Also, be a little bit nicer to people. I know you're full of angst right now and you think you're cool because you listen to Nirvana and The Smiths but chill out. The people giving you advice only want to help you. Especially, Mom and Dad, they just want what's best for you. And as annoying as I know you'll find this, they're right about most things (and people). When Dad told you that boy wasn't right for you, he was correct. When Mom said that girl was just using you because she's fallen out with her other friends, she was correct too. It's annoying how right they are, ugh.

Your style hasn't changed much really. You still refuse to wear any trousers that aren't either skinny jeans or leggings. - except for yoga leggings, they're permissible. You went through a stint of wearing more makeup and trying to be a beauty guru but it didn't work out. You couldn't stand having to wipe it all off so bare-faced it is. And your eyebrows? Girl, they've stepped up in the world. Your caterpillars are no more.

I'll be honest with you, kid - you haven't grown much at all. Maybe an inch? But yeah, the jokes don't go away, unfortunately. The only thing that's changed about it is that your laugh sounds a little less sarcastic now. You needed to work on toning that down. People look at you in shock when you tell them that you're twenty years old. The other week, you were ID'd for flu tablets, the woman said you need to be sixteen to buy them. 

That's really all I have to say for now. Maybe, in another five years, I'll write again telling you what's been going on. Until then, have fun and love yourself a little more. Remember, it's all going to be alright, I promise. 
"To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly" - Henri Bergson.
Lots of loves,





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