An Open Letter to Myself at 15

Tuesday, January 15, 2013 | Stamp in My Passport||

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I was probably the cutest baby ever. 


#truelife

Things started to go downhill in 3rd grade & really didn't get any better until I was probably 18. 
{For the record, that's 10 years of awkwardness...}

In an effort to correct the wrongs of my youth, I have composed a letter to myself that I wish I could send back in time. 

Dear 15 year old Sam,

Stop using MySpace. One day, you're going to go back & read all the conversations you had with boys & it's going to be super embarrassing//hilarious. On that same note, stop posting those survey bulletins. No one reads those, & they make you look desperate. 

Vintage Sam. YOU'RE WELCOME.

Please stop using text abbrevs. "R u going 2 the game?" is annoying. Take like 2 more seconds on your Razor T9 texting and spell it out. 

I'm begging you to stop shopping at Hollister. Trust me, those clothes will NOT be around in 5 years, & graphic tees flatter no one. It's just a phase. Go to Neiman Marcus and buy some nice clothes with your babysitting money. This will help you in the long run, promise. 

{Sidenote: please don't throw away your Britney Spears cd's. You're gonna want those in about 4 years.}

Letter jackets aren't cool. They're cool for a hot two seconds when you get them, but please stop wearing it all the time. No one cares that you were in the Top Ten Percent {okay, I still care} when you go to the mall. 

Bathroom pictures are never//will never be cool. Just stop. 

Learn how to use a straightner. ASAP. That ginger afro you got going on is not flattering. 

Afro. Bathroom pic. And BlackBerry. Now that's a throwback.

Practice doing your makeup before you leave the house and go out into the public. Sometimes, you just look like a hot mess express. 

And please, please, please, PLEASE remember that things are going to get better. High school should never be the highlight of your life. You're not going to talk to anyone after graduation anyway, so just be who you want to be.

-Forever yours,
Future Samantha



15 year old Sam meet Future Sam.  A look into your future.

P.S.: STOP ACTING LIKE A DOUCHE. Kthanks.
P.P.S.: Start tanning. You're incredibly pale. 




Also, Happy 21st Birthday, Jess! You da besttttttt!

1 comment:

gayle t. said...

This is such a sweet post. :) Love it!

Alright, ladies (both of you!) . . . I nominated you for a Liebster! Head on over to my blog here, and check it out!

xoxo,
Gayle | Grace for Gayle

PS -- Start tanning but only with self-tanner. 35-year-old Sam will thank you! :)