At 30 I'm becoming far more comfortable in my skin than was at 20. If I could go back in time, I'd tell myself this:
- Don't obsess about the size of your thighs beginning at 8. You will be a skilled soccer player for 13 years and those muscles will serve you well.
- When the little shits in 7th grade makes fun of you for your disastrous 'mushroom bowl' haircut, calling you a lesbian, don't just cry, kick them in the crotch.
- That boy in choir you will have a 4 year crush on? News flash, he's gay. He'll never put the moves on you, no matter how many times he drives you home from play practice.
- You will never make Coquina Shell soup. Stop collecting hundreds of defenseless sea creatures in sand buckets which you will repeatedly forget in the sun. Every damn time you go the beach.
- When you have the chance to ride around in a decommissioned ambulance to get donuts at 2 in the morning, stay out all night. You'll wind up skipping class anyways.
- When all your friends tell you that getting involved with G is wrong, don't listen to them. Things won't be any different. He will leave you when you are 20 wks pregnant but your child will be the best thing in the world.
- Never, ever, ever feel bad about being true to yourself.