An Open Letter To Brace-Faced, Four-Eyed, Pimply Me

An Open Letter To Brace-Faced, Four-Eyed, Pimply Me

You're going to be OK.

Dear Brace-faced, Four-eyed, Pimply, Awkward Me,

I just wanted to let you know that you're going to be okay. I know that what you're going through is hard and you feel like the world is against you; it's not. Trust me, I know that you will survive. Trust me because I'm you.

That awkward teenage body shape will eventually grow into what it's supposed to be. That ponytail, t-shirt and jeans that you're wearing will turn into heat damaged hair and brand-named clothes, then will quickly turn back into a messy bun, hoodie and leggings. You'll go through stages of feeling uneasy about your body, your style and your hair, but you will figure it out. You will get those braces off. You will discover contacts. You'll go through not knowing how to do your makeup, then you'll go through a stage where you only feel confident wearing makeup. Then you'll grow up and realize that there's more important things in life than appearance. You'll wear whatever you want and gain confidence in your body.

Those friends that you have, they're going to come and go; except for that one, she will stay and she will be "your person." The way that girls talk about each other at the lunch table when someone is absent - that never stops, you will just learn to be careful of the things that you share. You're going to fight with your best friend, but you're going to make up. You're going to be popular, a loser and a nerd all in the same school year. You'll constantly meet new people, you just need to give them a chance. You're going to go on plenty of adventures and share some of the best moments you'll remember forever with these people.

That boyfriend that you have, you two will break up. You're going to be sad for a little while, but then one day you're going to wake up and everything is going to be okay. You're going to realize that you don't need him, and that you're okay by yourself. Then you're going to meet another boy, and he's going to make you happier than the first. Then you're going to break up, and you're going to be sad again, and swear that you'll never love again. Then you're going to fall in love again, and this cycle is going to continue, but each time it does, you're going to be stronger than the last.

Your family loves you. Your mom constantly fights with you about your attitude problem and how you "never listen to her." Your dad is overprotective and won't let you out with those older boys, and you tell him that "he just doesn't understand." All while your grandparents complain that you're growing up too fast and need to slow down, but all you want to do is be an adult. The truth is, you remind your mom of herself, and she will always have a sassier attitude than you. Your dad was young once too, and you need to listen to him. Your grandparents are getting older, and they just want all of the time with you that they could spend before they don't have any left.

You're going to go through a lot of different stages, and this is just one of them. I promise you that it gets better. So hang in there, I know you're going to be okay because I'm okay now, too.


Strong, Independent, Loving, Caring, Confident and Beautiful You

Cover Image Credit: Krysta Lattis Photography

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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Small-town, Hometown

My hometown has a piece of my heart that I think I can never get back.


Growing up, I hated where I am from, and I mean hated it. I could not stand the two lane roads, how everyone knows everyone, and how there was literally nothing to do (like seriously, the closest movie theatre was twenty minutes away!!) Now, I live in Charleston, South Carolina, and even though I love this city and I love my school, I miss my small town more and more every day.

My hometown has approximately 4,500 people in it, with three elementary schools that all feed into one high school, so all of us have grown up together our entire lives. Growing up, I was extremely close with my parent's friends' kids and then middle school hit. We ended up all going our seperate ways throughout middle and high school and formed our own groups of friends. However, we have recently all found our way back to each other after coming to the end of our first year of college and I give the credit for that, to our hometown. We are all connected by this town, so when one of us is there, we wish the rest were, and vice versa. Being able to come home, means being able to see those people again, and imagining things are "like they used to be".

Now that I am in college, I crave my hometown. I want those two lane roads, knowing people I pass on the street, and nights where I can look up and see all the stars, more than anything. Coming back home, is a real reward for me now, and I never thought it would be. My family is here, some of my best friends are here, and a piece of my heart is here. People say you never understand how much you appreciate something until it is gone, and I never understood what they meant until now. This town will always have a piece of me. It is where I learned how to ride my first bike, where I spent every Friday night with my Grandparents, and where some of my best memories are. Is it true that "Home is where the heart is"? Personally, I think home is where the memories are. A place where one song, one smell, or one word can take you back to the place you grew up in.

When I come home, my favorite things to do are: go to my favorite restaurants, watch TV with my mom, and take long drives with the windows down on those two lane roads. If I had the chance to go back in time to change anything, I would not. This place has helped shape me into the person I am today, and has had an affect on the person who I want to become. Without this place, I would not have had the chance to grow up staying with my grandparents every Friday night, have my best friend live 0.7 miles away from me, or fall in love with the stars.

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