A LETTER TO MY 16 YEAR OLD SELF. 

A LETTER TO MY 16 YEAR OLD SELF. 

Let me start with the eyebrows. One day, in the not too distant future, you’ll discover the eyebrow pencil. At first, you’ll go a little (a lot) over the top, but you’ll settle down, and by the time you’re my age, you’ll have nailed it.

And while we’re on the subject of makeup – stop using bronzer. Let me just repeat that so it goes in… stop using bronzer. Bronzer is not your friend. Hurry up and discover blusher. Please.

Everyone knows you’re wearing extensions. You’re not fooling anyone.

Glad we’ve got all the appearance stuff out of the way nice and quickly. There’s much much more, but I’ll leave it here for today.

I know what’s happening – I’m you, remember. And I have six years on you. You’re forcing yourself to like coffee by drinking cup after bitter cup. You’re an adult now, adults like coffee and it’ll help you stay awake even longer to Tumbl until the sun comes up. Stop. Give it up. Coffee is a trap – once you like it, you’ll never give it up. 

I know your GCSEs were great, you think you can do anything right now. You do let it slip with your A levels a little, but you will redeem yourself with a first class degree. Way to go.

University will be okay. No, it’ll be good. But don’t believe all the hype – for some people, it’s not necessarily the best three years of your life. People need to stop saying that, it just sets you up for disappointment. You will work hard, get a great degree and meet three people who will be in your life from then on (yay Alex, Danté & Sophie).

You’ll move away to Manchester for uni. You’ll love the city. You’ll want to stay. But let me tell you this, and you might not believe me right now, but Sheffield is where it’s at. You’ll move back here and it will be the best decision ever. You’re currently building a life here. GO SHEFFIELD.

The friends you have at the minute aren’t your forever friends (wow, doesn’t that sound tacky? Tacky but true). Your proper help-you-hide-a-dead-body-friends are just around the corner. You’ve known most of them individually for a long time, but it all comes together next year.

Don’t worry, he’s just not in your life yet. That’s not for another four years so you’ll just have to hang in there for a while.

Stop worrying about not knowing what to do with your life. I know right now you think you might want to do French & Law, but just cut the crap. That’s not you and you know it. But it’s okay, you’ll get plenty of opportunities, and then you’ll fall into a job you’d have never expected – and you’ll love it.

Speaking of worrying, in five years time, your appendix will almost burst because of your worrying. Turns out, those stomach migraines – just your appendix grumbling. It’s out now, no more problems there.

Finally – you’re not just a worrier. It’s not normal to worry that much and about so many things. It’ll take you a while and a bit of a breakdown, but you’ll figure it out. It’s controllable, it’s manageable. It doesn’t have to be your normal state of being.   Way to go 16 year old Ellen. You muddled your way through those weird teenage years and you turned out pretty awesome.

What would you tell yourself at 16?

Until next time,