A note from Headbuzzer: We really enjoyed this guest post Amy Christine Parker wrote for popular blog Dear Teen Me! We've crossposted it below, but you can read Amy's original post here and browse for posts from your other favorite authors!
Dear Teen Me from author Amy Christine Parker (Gated)
Dear Teen Me,
I hate to break it to you, but high school will not be a quintessential nineteen eighties back to school fashion spread out of Seventeen magazine for you the way you hope it will be—you know, the kind where the girl has perfect hair and makeup and is decked out in this amazing blue and black checkered outfit and surrounded by cute guys and best friends. Instead, it will be a place where you ride the line between invisible and slightly visible most of the time—decked out in what you hope are believable facsimiles of Madonna’s most “Like a Virgin”-esque getups, but don’t even come close and instead just make you look unkempt and possibly deranged. You won’t be popular, but you won’t be a pariah either. You won’t be invited to lots of parties. But this isn’t because people don’t like you, it’s because you’ll have a hard time letting them in even as you dream of being included. You will very, very briefly manage to become one of the cheerleaders, but you’ll quit because you’ll realize that you basically hate watching sports (only tried out mainly to score the pom poms and the cute outfit) and as a cheerleader this is a big part of what you do.
You will date, but only sporadically. The boys will be nice, but you’ll be too wrapped up in that much, much, much older twenty something guy from church to see this. You’ll keep on stubbornly hoping against hope in a very Laura Ingalls/Almanzo Wilder kind of way that church guy will see you as something other than way too young for him. In the end after years of fruitless flirting and pining, you will finally realize that it’s never going to happen-that he will never be into you, but by then you will have pushed aside a lot of nice guys and missed out on a lot of dates in the process. This is maybe your first big clue that you are going to one day become a storyteller (you’re more of a sucker for the fantasy romance than the real thing).
In short, you will spend so much time idealizing what your high school experience should be like from clothes to boyfriends that you won’t ever really embrace it. If I could tell you anything it would be this: Cut that crap out. You will enjoy the next few years a heck of lot more if you just relax a little. Find your own style—don’t adopt someone else’s, especially one that is so far from who you are that it only serves to make you look perpetually uncomfortable. Embrace your curves. Embrace your size. Having boobs is not a bad thing and having curves doesn’t make you fat. One day you will look back at yourself and wish that you looked like this again, trust me (the version of you who’s had two kids and still has the scars), I know. Understand that you aren’t meant to find your one true love in high school. It will be years and years before he comes along, so in the meantime, don’t be so hard on the guys who do show up. Cheerleading and the popular crowd are not in your future. Deep down you don’t really want any of that anyway. Your life in no way, shape, or form will resemble the movie “Can’t Buy Me Love”. Let it be unique. Let yourself be unique.
On a less serious note, on the day you get accepted into college pay attention when you’re cooking dinner for the family. Talking on the phone with your bestie about the prospect of college boys while you heat oil on the stove is not a good idea. Also, if you stubbornly disregard this information (as you are known to do), the fire extinguisher is under the sink.
This post was originally published on Dear Teen Me.
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