The Goddess Blogs pointed out this book today. Cool idea! Consider it stolen. This is a letter to 16-year-old me.
Dear Me,
“You are sixteen, going on seventeen– innocent as a rose.” I know you don’t think you are. You think you are independent and worldly and made of kick-ass because you are hot and have great hair. You are those things, but you are also innocent. Hold on to that innocence for a while. It’s not a bad thing.
I am proud of you for your attitude right now. You know you have the good life– awesome friends, independence, a family who loves and supports you… a cool ride. Well, ok. A ride anyway, for a station wagon is infinitely better than no car at all. Enjoy this moment like I know you will.
I hate to say it, but not all your years will be as good as these you’re in now. You’ll have to go through some hard, crappy stuff that I wish I could spare you from, but those things are probably necessary to make you the person you’ll eventually be. (And you’re eventually a pretty cool dudette, if I do say so myself.)

