Dear Teen Me
Dear teen me,
It's me. You.
I often think about how I would change things if I could go back in time, or what I would say to you if I did. I think the most important thing I would do is give you a hug. You really need one.
Right now you're probably incredulous, how could I be from the future? Is it really you- er, me? I have breasts and an average amount of body fat, so I would be suspicious as well. Alas, we have graduated from being a plank of wood and have become a woman. But can I prove myself? Well, if we were face-to face right now, I'd direct your attention to the birthmark on my (our) left buttcheek. Of course it is me (you). Our butts match.
I know that things are feeling seriously bleak right now. You don't have any friends, mum & dad are too busy with the divorce to connect the dots, the incessant bullying, the blind eyes cast by teachers, the plummeting grades, the seemingly endless despair. Almost all of the adults in your life tell you you're simply going through a "phase