A Letter To My Teenage Self. 

 

Dear Nazrin,

I can see you, laying in bed with your headphones in your ears, reading a book, waiting for midnight so you can use your unlimited weekend texts Vodafone used to offer centuries ago.

I bet I can guess what you were thinking all them nights.

“I just want to be older. When will I grow older? I can’t wait until I’m older. Why is growing older taking so long I want to be older.”

What’s the hurry little one? What train are you catching? Is the rest of your life leaving the station?

The first thing I want to tell you is to cherish and make the most of every single day as a teenager. If there ever was to be a time machine I would be warped back to the times the hardest decision I had to make was whether I had enough gel to put in my hair.

Instead of chasing the highs that aren’t in your depths right now, indulge in all the innocence your youth has to offer you. Create memories for yourself, explore and have adventures, create a history of stories you can re-tell to your family with the generations to come.

If you constantly look to the future, you’ll end up missing out on all the treasures the present has to offer you. You will be a grown up for the rest of your life, but there will never come a time when you can be a teenager again. Instead of craving independence and freedom you should appreciate the last years you have to be carefree and explore your options.

If you’re not thinking about that, then you’re hating on your parents.

“I hate my mum so much. They don’t let me live in peace. My parents hate me so much they don’t let me do what I want to. I was adopted!”

I know you like to throw the word hate around because it makes you feel powerful, the way the word falls out your mouth and falls to the ground. The word hate feels heavy in my mouth now. I prefer to bite my tongue. It is something you’ll learn with time.

You’re living in a world where you want to be the same as everyone, you want to do all the things others are doing, wear all the things others are wearing. You are not others Little Nazrin, and your parents are doing everything they can to make sure you’re not like others.

You’ve been instilled with mannerism, principles, morals, and you know how to differentiate between right and wrong. You didn’t learn that all by yourself, you were taught by none other than your parents.

I know how hard it is to see eye to eye with mum, but you’ve got to believe she did not grow you in her stomach for nine months to hurt you, or to make your life hell. Mum is always right. I’ve learnt that now!

Okay, if you weren’t thinking about growing up, and you weren’t thinking about our parents, the only thing you’re thinking of right now is ways to lose weight!

I know how sensitive you are when it comes to your weight, and I know it doesn’t help hearing it from people who are supposed to love you that you’re fat any chance that they get. Words affect you more than physical abuse does.

There is more to life than painting yourself like a pretty flower. Flowers get tread on, they get picked up and thrown away. You don’t want to be a flower, you want to be a tree. Looking like everyone else isn’t an achievement Little Nazrin, you are a leader, never a follower.

You are smart, you are funny, you are charismatic. The purity of your soul shines on your face, that’s where your true beauty lies. Be kind hearted, treat others how you would want to be treated.  Let your thoughts be beautiful. Speak and express yourself beautifully, make others feel good!

 Just because the people around you value “thinness” and “fair skin” don’t let them teach you the same.  You are your own kind of beautiful! Love yourself so much, that when someone treats you any less than what you deserve you’re able to recognise it. As long as you have sole power over yourself, you will never be left questioning your worth.

Even if I’ve guessed all the above wrong, the last thing you’d be thinking about would be your friends!

Just remember Little Nazrin, it isn’t the number of friends you have, its the quality of friends. Friends come and go, the circle that was once so big eventually gets smaller. Lucky for you, you like it that way! Surround yourself with people who motivate you, challenge you, help you grow, for you are the company that you keep!

Love, Always

Nm

19 Comments Add yours

  1. avinamdar says:

    Nice! 👌💕

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  2. mariewikle says:

    Very well said! Surround yourself with those that will value you just as you are!

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    1. NM says:

      YESS! I couldn’t agree more!

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  3. Tia says:

    Good tips to your younger self. I would say some similar things to my younger self.

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    1. NM says:

      They say great minds think alike ;)! Thank you for reading! X

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  4. losing weight…..ah i remember those young high school days where your image is everything. Glad you came a long way. I am doing the same best of luck to u

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    1. NM says:

      It was the be all and the end all! I can still remember being there! Thank for reading X

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  5. lalainemanalo says:

    The things we should have known when we were younger. Especially love that part of being our own kind of beautiful. I have so many old photos to prove how I tried so hard to fit in. I cut off my long hair for a Mullet, which was so popular in the 80’s, just so I could be part of the cool crowd haha

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    1. NM says:

      No way! You should write one to yourself! I’d love to see some old school 80s photos! Thank you reading! X

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  6. Amelie says:

    I can relate to this so much! Especially the losing weight part (I’m still struggling with loving myself the way that I am). I loved your tree metaphor! And the hating parents part feels way too real, haha.

    Amelie | http://awanderersadventures.wordpress.com

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    1. NM says:

      You know the struggle girl, I can promise you it gets better though! XXX

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  7. Jeff Segura says:

    Mom is always right for sure! As a teenager, we think we can overcome the lessons our parents went through only to find out we should have listened in the first place. Great read!

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  8. Jenn says:

    Thank you for sharing this! I often think about the myself as a younger woman and I just want to go back in time and hug her and tell her that it will all workout. ❤

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  9. What a wonderful letter! I’ve been reading some amazing letter to my teenage/younger self and they’re so inspiring. Thank you for the wonderful, raw share!

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  10. Zwitsy says:

    Isn’t it amazing how we dream things before turned out different from what we have today? But what we ever dreamt of before is nothing to compare to what we have today. Maybe because we learn the true meaning of life. I’ll try to remember what I have been dreaming a decade ago and create a letter for my teenage self then.

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  11. Samantha C. says:

    Very beautiful letter. I would say almost the same thing. At 14 I was already thinking of moving out. I guess I’ve always been independent and I don’t regret any of it. My teenaged years turned out according to plan. It was slow time and rightly so.

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  12. Love this post idea. I think there’s so much people would say to their younger selves, but I reckon even if we could go back and say them – we wouldn’t actually listen. Hindsight is a wonderful thing and we learn so many important lessons from self reflection! Lovely post! xo

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  13. mommykach says:

    Well said! I agree that as you grow older you learn to appreciate the quality of the friends you’ve decided to keep. You also realize along the way that you do not need to please everybody. There will be people who’s opinion will matter to you the most and those are the ones you can keep in your life.

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  14. Thanks! I am a teen and this helped me with self-acceptance:)

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