I have seen a lot of this online at the moment, so I though I would do my own take on it. Kisses my lovely peeps. Plus this took me a few days to write, in dribs and drabs… cause… flu sucks balls.
Dear teenage self,
I would tell you to smile more. Enjoy the things around you.
I would tell you to eat more. It is okay. You are not fat. If you eat a sandwich it will not break the scales. Or maybe not a sandwich but at least more than a diet coke.
I would tell you to not be mean to the mean girls. They are just as insecure as you.
I would tell you to listen more in class. Don’t write letters to that boy just listen to the teacher at the front, what they are saying is interesting. trust me.
I would tell you to read Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Just because your teacher said it was a good book doesn’t make it lame. It is your favourite book now so read it.
I would tell you to kiss that boy. You know the one I mean. You will never get another chance so just do it.
I would tell you to enjoy the gym more. I know you already do. But I just want you to know that it is actually way more important than you think. It is a way for your mum to bond with you. It is important to her too.
I would tell you to put down the knife. It doesn’t help you. Scars hang around longer than you think.
I would tell you to not date the boy EVERYONE told you not to date. Yes. Bad boy-ness is kinda sexy. But in the same way a tiger is cute and cuddly. Bad boys often turn into bad men. And that is a whole other letter.
I would tell you to keep writing in that journal. But write only your words. I know song lyrics are cool but your own words are cool too.
I would tell you so many things … But actually … If given the chance … I would just give you a hug. And let you go on your way. Because I regret nothing. I am here today because of the path I chose. So, Amberley, hunny… You do you. You got this. Never give up.