I miss me. I miss the girl who pushed sunglasses up on her head, her short-haired head, and smiled big, and wore sparkly clothes, sparkly makeup, dangly earrings. I miss me, the me who auditioned for theatre and liked texting, and took a roadtrip with her brother.
I miss me. I miss the girl who still took risks and decided it was better to know than to never find out, who wasn't afraid to just try and see, even if it meant nobody liked her. I miss me, the me I left behind somewhere when I decided being happy wasn't as important as staying safe.
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Oh wow I can really relate to this! I spent my teenage years rather sheltered, but then started engaging with the world and had a blast. I thought it should only get better as the years passed and I gained more confidence. So I'm now utterly confused at being scared of things I'd jump on before with no second thoughts
This is so tender and real. Maybe we can’t go back to our past selves, but we can bring pieces of her with us.