Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Letter to my 15 year old self




With it being my (26th) birthday today it felt only right to take part in Charl's "Letter to my 15 year old self" linky which you can check out here.

Dear 15 year old me,

Where to start. You are a misunderstood little thing aren't you, well you like to think you are but your life is pretty darn good. You really need to open your eyes a little and look at the bigger picture. First things first, the goth look really isn't a good look. And neither is a home-dye experiment of black hair and ginger roots. Don't get your eyebrow pierced, especially not twice! It doesn't look good and you'll be left with scars! Trust me! You'll finally grow out of the goth phase (thank god!) so don't have a mega tantrum when dad tell you you're not allowed to have huge angel wings tattooed on your back (what are you thinking?!) Appreciate your family a bit more. They only have your best interest at heart so stop being such a brat, the world isn't against you and don't say "I hate my life", going back to point one, it's really not that bad at all!

Having a boyfriend really is not the be all and end all and the friends you have now won't be the same friends that you have in a few years. So all the silly spats are really nothing to cry about! Ditch those awful purple cords, again, what were you thinking?! And stop dying your hair odd colours by yourself, a blue neck is not attractive!

Things will be up and down, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, make the most of Lloyd. I'm so sad to say that you won't grow old together. He gets taken away from us tragically. So stop being the bossy older sister and appreciate him. You'll miss him so much. But it's not all terrible. There is some sunshine, her name is Ava and she is just perfect. She helps you so much through the tough times and you really don't know what you would do without her. Oh and you're getting married! How exciting. So things do turn out okay, promise. 

Don't be so ungrateful and appreciate what you have. These days won't come back again. I know you want to grow up and be mature but you're only 15. Enjoy it while you can.

And really, 11 piercings? Seriously, sort it out!

Love from, an definitely older and a not much wiser, you.



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10 comments

Jodi said...

So much I'd tell my 15 year old self, too!

Love the photo btw you sexy thang ;)

Kim Carberry said...

Great post! Made me chuckle to myself...
Happy Birthday!!!

Charlotte Taylor said...

Oh Harriet. Happy birthday, firstly, but more than anything, I'm so sad again to think of your brother. I have a younger brother and perhaps I don't value him as much as i should. He's William's only uncle and I should appreciate that more. I think, if it's any consolation, you have grown to be a brilliant person and a brilliant mum. xxx

MissSparkles @ Sparkles and Stretchmarks said...

Aww this is a lovely post! Funny the things we remember about ourselves.
And so poignant about your brother.

Hayley
Sparkles &

Stretchmarks

xxx

Harriet Jones said...

Thanks Jod, it's the hair isn't it! Hot stuff xxx

Harriet Jones said...

Thank you :) x

Harriet Jones said...

Aww thanks Charl :) It's bloody crap without him and I miss him every day but I know that he's watching over Ava and loves her xxx

Harriet Jones said...

Thank you Hayley xx

Anonymous said...

Haha, I had a big long goth phase too, but I never managed to be gloomy with it, I just liked wearing black ballgowns. So sad about your brother, I don't know what I'd do without mine. xx Judith

Victoriaaa said...

Great post!! Its weird loving sonething at the time then lookingback like..what was i thinking?. I joined in too x
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