I recently read a letter that someone had written to their 17-year-old self. Mostly, she was admonishing herself to enjoy being with her mom and to stop rolling her eyes so much.
I thought it would be an interesting exercise to write a letter to my 17-year-old self. Not that it will do much good, a quarter of a century later, but I’d like to see where it goes.
Dear me,
I hardly recognize you! I don’t remember joining the circus. You might want to stop using such a heavy hand when applying your blusher and eye shadow.
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