Sunday, 1 February 2015

My 18 Year Old Self

If I could tell my 18 year old self,
Stay beautiful not knowing what beauty is
Stay loving your mother when she brings home another blazer 3 sizes too big.
She's protecting you from the wolves that want your maturing innocence.
Stay naive to the little things
Like not knowing what infatuation is
And just being one of the mandem in your Adidas and messy braids.
I'd tell her she didn't need that navel piercing
And that all that confidence she has, she must never lose.
For 'no' will become the hardest word to say.
Use your humour. Use it to push your beliefs and words into action.
See those dreams you have?
They are visions
And when you fill that UCAS application out don't you dare forget what you're doing it for.
I'd tell her her worst enemies love her more than her closet allies
And that friends will come and go; you ain't growing if you don't lose some.
Stay living for today but do something that makes for a better tomorrow
Your curiosity is bittersweet.
It will bring you much pleasure and also much pain.
Pain you've never known and will never understand because you weren't ready and it will change you forever so please,
18 year old self, speak those dreams into existence.
Focus on your goals baby girl. 
These boys aren't going nowhere.

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