I could actually start a whole new blog chronicling these as they come because I think of one at least daily.
Dear Younger Me,
I have a few things I’d like to tell you:
7 year old me…you don’t need to stuff your bra. In three years you’ll be the first girl in your class to get boobs, and you’ll hate it.
10 year old me…you don’t need to shave your legs. You want to because you think it’s cool, but once you start, there’s no going back. Plus, your unsteady 10 year old hand is going to take a chunk out of your shin and create a scar that will remind you for the rest of your life that you should have waited.
13-18 year old me…you’re not fat. In fact, you’re almost sickeningly thin. Even if you were, you’re beautiful. Love yourself.
14-21 year old me…you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to save himself or herself. Sometimes not saving someone is the most loving thing you can do. Save yourself guiltlessly. GUILTLESSLY.
18 year old me…going from dancing 4-6 hours a day and eating everything you want to no exercise and eating everything you want is not going to work. Keep exercising.
18-21 year old me…you’re still not fat. THIS is healthy. Love yourself and find exercise you enjoy.
19 year old me…you don’t need that credit card. FOR REALS. Step away from the loaded gun.
22 year old me…you don’t need to train your husband not to grope you in public. In ten years you’ll be glad he still does.
23 year old me…you don’t know shit about parenting. Stop judging other parents and stop saying, “when I have kids, I won’t ___,” and “when I have kids, my kids won’t ___,” because ALL of that shit is coming back to haunt you BIG TIME.
25 year old me…don’t worry about the Joneses. Everyone has a different journey. You’re making mistakes, and you’re making successes. You’re doing fine. Enjoy the journey.
26 year old me…this is why people love being grandparents. Cute babies AND sleep.
27 year old me…the fact that your child does everything you always said your kid would never is not an indicator that you’re a bad parent. It’s and indication that 23 year old you didn’t know shit. You’re a fine parent. Nobody gets a manual and parenting is equal parts agony and ecstasy. The ecstasy will largely be noted in retrospect.
28 year old me…your weight is not your worth. But your weight is an indicator of what you THINK you’re worth. Pay attention to that and start loving yourself.
36 year old me, read what I said to 25 year old me. Believe it.
To be continued…(ad infinitum)