Nobody gets to tell you who the fuck you are, for one.
The human body is a wondrous and gross thing.
You were known, but never that well. You were like that mysterious figure in the distance — people knew your identity, but did they ever know the real you?
Do you ever think about me? Do you wonder if I’ll write about you — if I’ll take to the Internet to shout out loud about what you did to me?
You have a personality—because you had to have a personality at some point.
Today’s entire teenage population appears to be one big box of dull crayons and this is why:
At eighteen, did I know how to present myself to my best advantage? Do I know now?
There are some things I want to say to her, that I would say to my younger self, if I could. These are things I would say to all young women who are going to be teenagers soon, and much of the advice will be helpful for my younger brothers as well.
I was probably 5 or 6. He was my next door neighbor and we’d usually play in our front yards. We were talking about what we were gonna be when we grew up. I said a veterinarian and he said he wanted to be my husband.
If we all confessed what was actually on our minds, health class would be a lot more interesting.