Letters to My Teenage Self

From time to time I follow in the footsteps of popular post topics and today is going to be one of those times.

This weekend, while I was throwing away going through a good portion of my possessions, I found some old photos of myself which triggered the light bulb that I need to hop aboard this post trend.

 

Letters to My Teenage Self:

You'll be glad you didn't make the cheerleading team and stuck to dance, those girls you are dancing with will have your back even 10 years from now.

Being in the popular groups on LiveJournal does not make you cool. In fact, it makes you the opposite of cool. However, you will still be close with a lot of your "LJ friends" 10 years from now. Take my word for it, they will see you go through a lot of shit and still tell you you're great.

You'll also meet up with a few of those LJ friends on a thing called Blogger in a few years and be introduced to a whole new world where being a nerd is actually pretty cool. 

You don't need the blank page extensions for your yearbook. Sorry kid, you're not cool.

Judging everyone who drinks alcohol on the weekends will only make you a hypocrite once you graduate high school. Trust me, you like to party. We all know you're only judging because you're completely jealous no one invites you to their parties.

Go get your eyebrows waxed, please. It might help with the whole get-invited-to-parties thing.

You'll never be selected for homecoming court, prom court, or any of the yearbook superlatives and it's going to be ok. Face it kid, you wear your hair in ponytails every other day, your eyebrows are bushy as hell, you wear surfer necklaces when you won't put a toe in the ocean, and you have Nsync posters in your locker - you aren't a catch. Yet. ;)

You aren't going to marry him and the world doesn't actually end when he dumps you in a couple years. It's going to hurt like a son of a bitch but I promise you it gets better. 

That guy making fun of you and calling you "peep" in English class is going to try and scoop you up as soon as he finds out things with that high school sweetheart of yours didn't work out. Run. Don't get involved with that one. He's a bad seed.

There are other stores besides Abercrombie and Fitch. If you take your dad's advice on anything, this is it. He wants to take you to Bloomingdales to shop for clothes - GO WITH HIM!

I know you don't know what you want to do in life yet but keep taking pictures like you love to do because one day you will be photographing weddings. Even the weddings of some of the people sitting in the desks next to you. I just blew your mind, right?