07/21/2016

An Open Letter To My Younger Self

An Open Letter To My Younger Self
7th Grade Portrait – The summer I got boobs and everyone at school teased me for stuffing my bra in these photos. Kids are the worst. Also same exact head tilt as my sidebar photo… kind of cracks me up to look at them side by side. 

Good morning!

For a while, I wished more than anything I could go back in time and start my life over, with the maturity and wisdom I have now (me, mature? wise? try not to laugh, try not to laugh…). Hindsight is 20/20, as they say.

I’ve physically ached to go back and change the past. I know this isn’t productive, but there has been a lot of darkness in my life. It’s been a constant struggle reconciling who I was with who I am today. Some parts of me are gone forever, and some I think are gone only to come creeping up when I least expect it. So with that, a letter:

Dear Younger Self,

I know you think you don’t matter, that no one would miss you if you were gone, but that’s not true. Whatever you’re going through right now, it is actually not the end of the world. Please don’t punch me for saying that.

You can learn to embrace both sides of yourself, the darkness and the light. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.

You were beautiful before you dyed your hair, wore colored contacts, or bought hundreds of dollars of expensive clothes.

Don’t be afraid to say how you feel. If you’re afraid of scaring someone off, let them run. Don’t chase people who won’t chase you back.

Contrary to popular adolescent beliefs, how you treat your body now does matter. Treat it well.

Listen to your heart when it speaks.

You should have just gotten that puppy.

If you want an answer, ask. Don’t be afraid of rejection, it will only make you stronger.

Don’t worry so much about fitting in. There are less than 10 people from your high school you actually still talk to on a regular basis, maybe even less than 5.

Be kind always.

Being “awkward” is now considered cool. Who knew.

No man is worth your tears. Seriously. Remember Grandma Norma’s advice: “Men are like bus stops…there’s one around every corner.”

Don’t hang around people you don’t look up to or who don’t inspire you to be a better human.

Wear sunscreen.

Learn to enjoy fitness. Try everything at least once.

Don’t let anyone tell you who you aren’t. You decide.

Happiness is (sometimes) a choice. Dammit Mom, you were right.

Somehow, even when it doesn’t seem like it, it will all work out. You will get where you need to go. You are resourceful.

You have the power to change anything about your life that you want.

Time may not heal all wounds, but I promise you, there is a dawn after the storm. Hope is real.

Some of your best friends you won’t meet until after college. They are awesome!

Your mom actually has the best advice.

Treasure those grandpa sandwiches.

Love,

Your Older, Hopefully More Mature Self

As always, thanks for stopping by and taking time out of your day to read this little blog o’mine. 🙂 I apologize for the irregularity of my posts, I can only blame #summer. I am hoping to get back in the saddle, I’ve missed you!

Photo Credit: Jacqueline Burch, of Violet Hour Photography <3

If you could give your younger self advice, what would you say? What are some ways you have learned to let go of the past? 

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  1. Lianne says:

    Beautiful post Arie. You ARE so wise 🙂

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