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Dear 16-Year-Old Me: Sarah Kester

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Dear 16-year-old me,

Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything?

The bright future may seem like it’s an arm’s reach away. But in truth, you’re half way there—with each step, moving closer and closer. But even though you love to be in motion, you need to slow down. Appreciate this time to be young and free. Soon, you’ll be deciding what you want to be (or at least, have some kind of clue). You’ll change your university plans last minute, but don’t worry—it’s meant to be. That journalism class will open up your eyes to how your passion of writing can be a career. Get ready to kiss kinesiology and personal training goodbye. Instead, you’ll realize a bigger dream, one that you’ve had since you were a little girl, proving that childish dreams are the sweetest, after all. 

You have to congratulate yourself for being brave while your parents got divorced. While you moved from place to place, trying to find “home” again—only to realize that you created a little home in each and every place you went. You’ve always understood how important family is, but with everyone all over the country, you need to cherish every moment spent with them. And when things get really hard—which, they definitely will at times—don’t run away from your problems. I know that your first instinct will be to run, and fast. But you need to realize that with time, it just catches up with you, and in the long-run, it’s not going to be any prettier. And speaking of pretty, don’t waste your time trying to be someone who you’re not. It’s so easy to get sucked into the image of being the “perfect” girl, especially when you see it all over the TV and magazines that you love to read. But, that’s just it; it’s all designed in that way to make you want to be like that. You need to believe that you, being you, is way more beautiful than some model who’s altered in Photoshop. Beauty isn’t makeup—beauty is you, inside and out of your pretty soul.

When it comes to love, sometimes you need to be in control of your heart. You can’t always choose who you fall for, but you do happen to have a say in the type of guys who steal your heart. Don’t go for the type of guys that you know will hurt you. When it comes to love, you need to follow your gut, heart and head. If you get a bad gut feeling, listen to it. I know it’ll be hard sometimes, but in the end you’ll appreciate it. When you thought that your boyfriend at the time just wasn’t for you, you were right—you just couldn’t see it then.

Now this one is a biggie, mostly because you’re a strong offender of it (and still are) but bottom line is: don’t worry so much! Living in constant anxiety and stress is no way to live, especially while you’re young. Instead, get out and be fearless! Gain confidence through trial and error and don’t let foolish mistakes haunt and control you. You may not be able to relive the past, but you’re in control of how you react to certain situations in the future.

Soon, you’ll realize what all the adults were talking about when they said “just wait till you’re out in the real world.” You didn’t believe them, or maybe you just didn’t understand them. But now—here you are, at a crossroads with no clue as to which direction to go. Don’t panic—although, I know you will and do 24/7. There will be many times in your life where everything seems shattered, broken into a million pieces. But even when it seems completely unlikely, those pieces can be put back together again. Most will still remained cracked, but you’ll see through the boys that broke your heart, the friends you lost, and the changes that come your way—that you have to keep faith that everything will be okay. Because in the end, there will always be some sort of beauty in the breakdown. And when you forget to keep the faith, remember, it’s always there. And now, years later, you’ve now got a sweet, kick ass tattoo to remind you of that.



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This entry was posted on July 18, 2011 by in Bliss, Happy Belle and tagged , , , .
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