It gets better. I promise.
Right now your teeth are too big, your mom won’t get you contacts, and your best friends are suddenly too cool for you.
It gets better. I’m old(er), and have a number of professional initials behind my name, so I speak with some authority. Trust me on this.
One day, and it will happen so quickly and slowly all at once, you will be happy and your life will feel like your own.
And then you will fall in love. And it will get better. And worse. Your friends will change. They will be more fun, and yet make you sad because they don’t know your history.
Soon enough you will grow into your teeth and your gangly legs. You will look around the room and know you are at the top of your game. Good God, relish these moments. They are fleeting, but it gets even better.
One day you will travel and your world will get bigger. You may get married. Or not. You might have children. Or not. Through it all, you will find your way.
Know this, it gets better and better. Heaven knows you shouldn’t have to have to carry off the triple crown of an ugly hair cut, huge glasses, and a lace trimmed blouse ever again. Many years from now, dear tween, you will find a picture of yourself so hideous, that you will feel compelled to laugh. And post it. And tell your younger self, and every tween you know, that…
It gets better.
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5 thoughts on “Dear Tween, It gets better…”
I Love it Bridget! Can’t say I grew into my dorky body, but it gets soo much better.
Glad you liked it! And thanks for commenting. So fun to hear from old friends, you were one of the GOOD parts of my tween/teen era!
Love this article! So true and makes me like you even more.
Thanks, Pat! 😊