It’s no secret around here that I absolutely hated high school. I spent most of my time wishing that I could change myself…my circumstances…my life. Looking back now at both my high school career and my life as a “tween” (isn’t that the current term for that almost a teenager phase?) I wish I could go back and tell that girl a few things; share a few older woman insights and perhaps cut back some of that grief and heartache.
Being a teen (or tween) is the hardest part of life, in my opinion. Never have I felt as unsure of myself as I did during that time frame. Given the chance, I’d love to go back and reassure myself that it was all going to be worth it in the end. That all of the things that I thought were the end of the world, really weren’t. That being a size FOUR didn’t make me fat (boy, what I wouldn’t give to be able to eat what I wanted and still fit comfortably into a size 4 jeans). And that pimply face boys didn’t know a thing about romance or love.
Linking up with Nicole @ Moments that Define Life for Listable Life!