Sometimes you just have to accept that things won't ever be like they used to. I miss it, but it's okay because better things are in store. I'm excited for the rest of my life. If I had to, I would make every mistake again. I like where I am now and how things have turned out. I don't think I would change anything. But now I'm ready to move on. I'm bored of high school. I want to try something new. College sounds like a great idea. Moving out, new people, new knowledge, new independence, new men.. Just one more semester of high school. I'm just going to enjoy it. I'm young.
I'm too young for this. I get so stressed trying to figure everything out. I get too down when things go wrong. And I feel like everything is my problem. But I'm only sixteen. I have the world to see. I want to learn and try everything. The things upsetting me right now are so insignificant. Nothing I'm going through is even important! None of this really matters. Why did I get so caught up in this for so long! It doesn't matter. None of it. It's such a relief.
Bruno Mars, your songs are too cute. It makes me really angry. Girls like me can't listen to your music. No bigs. There's lots of other music. I'm just sayin.
Boys are silly. They think they're irresistible. And I think they're confused about some things. Let's clarify them. 1. Accepting a date, does not mean I'm accepting a makeout. 2. Just cause I'm there, doesn't give you a right to touch me. 3. And just because we talk, doesn't mean I like you. (I'm just too nice to tell you.) Guys, please keep these things in mind. Thanks.
When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty!? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich?” Which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception, passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers’ hearts in a shrill fluorescent floodlight of worry.
“Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty?” But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dryad: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting. My poor mother.
“How could this happen? You’ll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist. You sucked your thumb. That’s why your teeth look like that! You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were 6. Otherwise your nose would have been just fine!
“Don’t worry. We’ll get it fixed!” She would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that, as if it were a cabbage she might buy.
But this is not about her. Not her fault. She, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade. By 16, I was pickled with ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs. Laying in a hospital bed, face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.
Belly gorged on 2 pints of my blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist of my gut like my body screaming at me from the inside out, “What did you let them do to you!”
All the while this never-ending chorus droning on and on, like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. “Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.”
And now, I have not seen my own face for 10 years. I have not seen my own face in 10 years, but this is not about me.
This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables.
About men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.
This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.
“You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely ‘pretty’.”
1. Facebook stalking 2. I think bald cats are cute 3. There are too many girls on the planet 4. Cat videos are funny 5. I think Justin Beiber is attractive 6. I get way too excited when my cell phone beeps for a text message 7. I didn't like the movie Letters to Juliet because Christopher Egan married Sophie and not me. 8. I've seen every episode of The Office at least three times and I still think it's funny. 9. I've already picked names for the kids 10. Joe Jonas 11. I hate making sandwiches 12. I don't do dishes 13. I hate showering 14. My lips are always chapped 15. I don't know how to make a paper plane 16. Sometimes I spit when I talk 17. I'm intimidating 18. I'm tone deaf 19. I do annoying things because I think it's funny 20. I mess lots of things up 21. I take up a lot of space when I sleep 22. I'll eat all the mashed potatoes and leave none for you. 23. Jello and cheese 24. I'm clumsy 25. Sweat pants. 26. The Hannah Montana Movie is my favorite 27. Boys are stupid
1. To keep your hands warm 2. To eat your leftovers when you're full 3. To walk you to class 3. To help carry your stuff to your car 4. To hold the doors 5. To pay for you to do things 6. To talk to because girls just aren't the same 7. To talk about with those girls 8. To move furniture 9. To carry you when you get tired 10. To kill spiders 11. To remind you to chill 12. To drive you around 13. To give you their jackets when you're cold 14. To remind you you're beautiful, when you don't feel like it
1. Skirts with pockets 2. Snuggling 3. Laughing so hard you can't breathe 4. Driving through the mountains 5. The smell of makeup 6. Those people with hilarious laughs 7. Snow 8. Staying in pajamas all day 9. Vintage jewelry 10. Old books 11. Playing in the rain 12. Flying 13. Gingersnaps 14. Moving walkways at the airport 15. Fireflies 16. Being barefoot 17. Getting flowers 18. Being walked to class 19. Crazy friends 20. Warm blankets 21. Boys with warm hands 22. Remembering what you forgot 23. Finding something you thought you lost 24. Staying up late telling secrets with my sister 25. Boys that hold the doors 26. Thank you notes 27. Dinner with my grandparents 28. Quiet Mornings 29. Sunflower fields 30. Favorite cups 31. Cereal for dinner 32. Vinyl Records 33. Small towns 34. Waking up to thunderstorms 35. Clothes straight from the dryer 36. Waking up to snow 37. Sweat pants that are older than I am 38. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches 39. Indian food 40. Sore abs