You’re going to be okay. In fact, you’re really, really, really going to love your life. It’s going to take awhile though.
Your parents are doing their very best. They don’t have a clue what they are doing and all the anger and frustration and unfairness of it all – those feelings are completely justified but maybe cut them some slack. You’re going to grow up and become a parent and not have a clue what you are doing either.
It’s okay to still like Barbies (and it’s okay to hide it) but your taste in boys could use a little work. (You’ll figure it out.)
You’re going to get boobs and your period (and eventually wish for less and fewer) so stop worrying so much.
The obsession with paper and pens is only going to become more expensive. Same with books. And don’t even get me started on yarn.
Stop being such an asshole. You aren’t actually better than anyone (or worse) and being a jerk to people probably isn’t the best way to go about making friends. In fact, you’re going to end up married to someone who didn’t even get a college degree (gasp). And he’s going to be the smartest man you know.
Don’t skip cross country or track your senior year. Your mom is right about this one.
You don’t need to have an opinion on everything. Actually, at 37, I’m kind of jealous at how bad ass you are when it comes to speaking your mind. I wish you had a little more tact, but I could use some of your backbone these days.
Math gets easier. In fact, when you’re in college, you’ll positively LOVE it.
You really are awesome. And adorable (I know, I know – you hate it – but it’s true.). And you’re softer than you know (which actually makes you tougher, even if you don’t get that yet). And I love you.
Finally, you should set aside those earrings. When you’re going through pictures and stumble on this one, you’re kind of going to wish you still had them.