Dear 16-year-old me,


The sole purpose of this letter is to assure you that it gets better. I promise.

I know that right now, at this exact moment — just turning 16 only a few days ago — may seem like the worst time of your life. Well, with all that has happened in just these past couple of days and all, I can understand why you might think it will never get better.

Having your heart broken is a bitch. Your first love breaking your heart is a bitch. Actually, your first love, he is a bitch. I don’t want to give away too much about the future, but… your second love, well, that is just so much better than the first.

It gets better.

I promise, you can pick up the pieces of your heart and recover. Don’t push your friends and family away right now; they really want to be there for you. As a matter of fact, Katie brings you chocolate chip cookies. THAT’S A TRUE FRIEND!

This isn’t the end of the world, although I know you think it is right now.  I know it hurts. Let it out. Cry. Scream. Break something! But just remember: It gets better. Always remember that.

You might not believe me, but this “tragedy” of a break-up has a huge effect on you.

This is the point in your life when you finally start to stick up for yourself. No boy will ever lay a hand on you in an aggressive way ever again! This is when you become who you are today: A strong woman who doesn’t take shit from anybody.

You don’t have to impress anybody; you don’t have to drink or smoke to fit in.


I can’t express that enough. Love everything about yourself. Don’t ever get down because you don’t think you’re “thin” enough; it’s so overrated.

You will love again, and, darling, it will be the real deal.

And remember: It gets better.


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