This piece was assigned after reading multiple feature writing stores about self reflection and letters to our past selves. Written spring 2017.
To my 16 year old self
Dear 16 year old me,
I’m here to bring you the good news: you eventually get your braces off, you end up successfully removing that tacky One Direction bumper sticker off your car, and you actually survive high school.
You’re going to spend a lot of your high school years stressed, overwhelmed, and just bored. Your constantly flushed cheeks will slowly become a norm, mainly triggered when randomly being called on in class or social anxiety striking. Going to a private high school that overemphasizes cliques, being popular, or how expensive your prom dress was became understandably old after a while. Oh, and you’ll never have to wear khakis or polos again, thank god.