“I do often miss that teenage girl that I still see traces of in the mirror though. She’s there underneath the emerging crow’s feet, the tired eyes, and greying hair. I see her in the pictures hanging in my hall entryway. She has a big smile on her face while standing side by side with her best friend at her high school graduation, and in another picture with her grandma at her prom. She also shows up sometimes when I occasionally get carded at the local liquor store buying wine.
I wish I could reach through the hands of time and tell the 15, 16, 17 year old version of me a few things. I would give her advice that would ease her mind and help to get her through some of those dark patches that come hand in hand with being a teenager…”