Tuesday, December 16, 2008

letter to my 13-year-old self

Oh, Danielle...

What an awkward gosling you are. Those braces will come off soon, and you’re going to grow up alright, but you’re in for some bumps. Let me tell you a few things that might help you through the next 20 years.

Number one: Go out and make some small mistakes. Right now, before you have a chance to make big ones. Mom is not doing you any favors keeping your strings attached, my little puppet. If you don’t seize control of your own decisions and take a few risks you will enter the real world deaf to your intuition. Trust in your own judgment will be hard-won and easily broken. Save yourself a lot of grief and start your training now.

Number two: Crazy is contagious. If someone is making you feel like you’ve lost your mind, or if a challenge causes you to doubt your competence, stop, step back, and look at things from a distance. I guarantee you’ll see that the crazy-maker was the one who’d gone off the reservation, and the task that stumped you was itself fundamentally flawed. Learn to spot this early and you won’t exhaust yourself trying to please the unpleasable, reason with the unreasonable, and achieve the impossible.

Number three: There will always be mean girls – at 13, 33, 53 and 83. Watch out for Christina, the charming Bolivian transfer student who will take you under her manicured, designer-clad wing in high school. She will ditch you on grounds that you’ve “let yourself go” when you gain five pounds freshman year. (If it’s any consolation, she’ll graduate friendless. Actually, there’s no consolation there; schadenfreude is not your style. Go look that up – it’s a great word.)

You should keep your guard up around Grandma. I know, that’s a weird one. She and your mother are going to say (and occasionally shout) some very hurtful things to you in the future, mostly to do with your weight, and those wounds are going to stick with you for a long time. Understand that (a) they really believe they’re helping you, which is why (b) you will never hear an apology on this matter, and yet (c) you will choose not to return the favor when the opportunity presents itself years later. So feel good about being the bigger person. Figuratively speaking. For what it’s worth, they’ll be equally tactless when you become too thin for their liking. My point is, you have a tendency to hold on to pain, so now’s a good time to start learning how to let things go. Which brings me to…

Number four: Behold, one of your favorite nuggets of wisdom: “You are what you can’t let go of.” Since you won't crack that fortune cookie ‘til you’re 31, I'll give you a head start: If someone bullies, belittles, manipulates or alienates you, and you cannot get past it even after he or she is gone from your life, you will – I swear – find yourself doing unto others (and sometimes to yourself) as that abusive nutjob has done unto you. Erasing those people from your mind may seem like the best way to heal, but you have to be brave: Face your experiences, examine your wounds, and take care not to punish the innocent around you. Most of them won’t understand where you’re coming from, they’ll just think you’re a jerk.

Number five: Don’t be afraid to walk away from a relationship. You’re still too young to distinguish between a strong want and a justifiable need, so I understand why you're quick to bend over backward for the acceptance of boys and friends. Of course you deserve their attention, but you should never have to work for it – especially not at the expense of your self-worth.

Remember this; write it down: The ONLY acceptable requirement for the affection of another human being is that you BE YOURSELF.

Friends and boyfriends who build up your self-esteem with one hand and tear it down with the other are feeding their egos with your adoration. You’ll work hard to please them, because you’ve been conditioned that way, but those relationships – like the Silver Diner chili cheese fries of which you are so fond – invariably leave you sick to your stomach and hating yourself. You will have true friends. (Be on the lookout for Leslie, Lior, and your little sister, who hasn’t been born yet.) Note the differences between these fine people and the bullies in friends’ clothing, and therein you will find the meaning of a healthy relationship.

One more thing: Your Dad really gets you. It’ll be a long time before you figure this out, but here will be your first grown-up clue: When you’re 19 and about to board the plane for your junior year abroad, and you’re feeling terrified and shy, and your mother is badgering you to “put on a little lipstick” (sorry, she’ll still be harping on that in 20 years)… Your father will look you in the eye and quietly say, “Don’t worry. You can make it on your merits alone.”

And he will be right.


I-66 said...

My goodness. It's good to see you writing, dear.

I suppose it's better to learn something late than not learn it at all, but there are a number of things I wish I knew long ago.

The Daily Rant said...

As I've already told you, this is one of the best posts I've read - here or elsewhere.

It's so insightful and SO on target. I'll be sending it to my friends and family - especially my 20 year old niece - she needs to hear this NOW.

Keep on writing please! I've been checking in every now and then and kept seeing that damn post from April 2007!! I'm so glad you have a new one. Looking forward to reading more.

Hedon said...

That is a really great post full of things that a girl should be told early in life.

I think we all have a few things we would like to tell our younger selves, but I doubt many of us would say it as well as you just did.


Leslie said...

And here come the tears.

Bob and Mary said...

You are wise beyond your years, my dear.

Happy Holidays!

Love, Mrs. P

Washington Cube said...

It's about time. Do you know how many have been checking back and seeing that April 2007 piece? Shame on you. And how do I find out you're back. You posted over on Velvet's blog. I have to go there and I-66 to get the news. Shaking head.

always write said...

Sorry. Didn't think anyone was reading anymore. Glad you came back! I missed you guys.

Laura said...

(If it’s any consolation, she’ll graduate high school friendless, and your class will unanimously vote “Christina and Herself” as Best Friends in the senior superlatives. Actually, there’s no consolation there; schadenfreude is not your style. Go look that up – it’s a great word.)

And yet, you remember this nugget fifteen years later and are now publishing it on the internet. Are you sure schadenfreude isn't your style?

G said...

Ever coming back?