Hey, you, skinny girl with great skin: Listen up, it’s me—your older, slightly fluffier self. I figured you could use a little guidance from you, since you probably won’t listen to anyone else. And since you probably don’t want to hear it all at one time and think us a nag, I’m going to give you advice in doses. I know you won’t take it, but hear me out.
First, a lot of bad shit will happen, and that’s ok. It makes you stronger. I know that’s cheesy, but it really does. It gives you perspective, but mostly it deepens your compassion. A lot of good shit will happen too, which will also give you perspective and deepen your compassion. In essence, you will grow, and love, and grieve, and learn. I don’t actually think you should change anything; so my advice is, in effect, don’t take my advice. But if I wanted anything for you, it would be that you become confident sooner, so here are some things that you might want to know.
- Don’t date that dude. You know the one.
- Wear the bikini. You look great in it. The phrase “muffin top” hasn’t been invented yet, but I assure you, you don’t have one. Plus, YOU’RE IN YOUR EARLY TWENTIES, so geeze, just wear the two-piece.
- Don’t get that perm. Any of them. You were meant to have straight hair. Accept it.
P.S. You’ll be pleased to know we stopped tucking our t-shirts into our jeans.