Dear 13 year old Lucy,
I wish it was possible to send a letter 15 years back in time to tell you all the things I know now, but I guess if I hadn’t been through them then I wouldn’t be the person I am now and I wouldn’t be able to tell you any of this. But anyway, here’s what I wish you knew…
First off, stop worrying what everyone thinks of you, they really don’t matter and in three years time you won’t have to deal with any of them at all. Most of the people who call themselves your friends aren’t; they are bullies. The same people you called your best friends aged 8 (who you don’t hang around with half enough at high school) will still be your best friends aged 28. Appreciate them more, one day they’re both going to live on the opposite side of the world from you.
Don’t let mum’s hairdresser cut your fringe. EVER. The boy you fancy will ask you if a blind man cut your hair and you will spend a lunch time crying in the toilet.
Which brings me on to my next point… boys are not the be all and end all of everything. The ones that are all cocky and forward are just after one thing and the ones that don’t talk to you probably just don’t know how to yet. These ones make awesome friends in later life. And stop crushing on your older sisters’ friends – it will only bring you heartache (though you never get over the ‘older guy’ thing, sorry). Most of all, respect yourself.
It’s cool to be a complete geek. Don’t play dumb cause you think it’s easier that way. Ask questions, be interested, be eager and take opportunities to learn new things when they come your way. You do get in to the university you want to go to. You don’t become a journalist at the end of it, but you do have three awesome years that shape your life in ways you don’t expect.
You are not fat, or stupid, and you are never responsible for anyone else’s temper or bad mood. It will take you more than another decade to get that, but it’s the truth and the sooner you accept it the sooner life gets a bit easier.
And finally, don’t wish your teenage years away. You’re not a grown up yet, you don’t know everything, but you’ll be glad you had some time when it was ok to mess up when you’re older.
P.S. Don’t sweat the small stuff, you’re doing just fine.
P.P.S. I don’t have a picture of 13 year old us to put here, but that’s probably a good thing. That fringe was awful!