What would you tell yourself if you had the chance to go back in time twenty years? In the summer 1998, I was getting ready for my senior year of high school (I can’t believe that was twenty years ago!) and totally thought I was ready to take on the world!
I wish I could go back in time and tell my teenage self that the people you think are your best friends now will not be your best friends in a year, let alone 20, but the people you think of as classmates that are friendly with you are going to be WAY more important in your life (like “be an alibi when you need one” level important!) than you realize! .
I wish I could tell myself to chill the hell out about that idiot who said we couldn’t be more than friends because “fat girls aren’t sexually attractive” to him—I was a healthy weight in the Normal BMI range back then and fat shaming assholes like him aren’t worth any girl’s time of day. Not to mention that he ended up putting his actual girlfriend through hell. Teenage Elizabeth! Don’t even stay friends with that judgmental asshat! Sooooo not worth it!
Finally, I wish I could tell myself to stop worrying so much about boys in general. Rejection hurts, especially when you’re young and desperate to not be the last person in your circle of friends to get a date. But, once again, that circle of friends are not the friends who will matter in twenty years time, and those guys who will eventually ask you out? They kinda suck—on a scale from manipulative asshole to criminal dickhead. Do NOT lose sleep over any of them!
What about you? If you could go back in time, what would you tell yourself?
Photo: Me, circa 1999, on the side of the road in Wyoming.