Sweet Sixteen

What were you like when you were 16? I loved being 16. 

When I was 16, I had this great group of friends, I had just started to learn to drive (in Ontario you can get your learner’s permit on your 16th birthday), I had a part time job which allowed me to go to hockey games at least twice a month. It was great.

When I was 16, I wanted to be a lawyer. I was in the middle of my “I’m an awesome debater, bow down to me you unworthy opponents” phase. A little bit stuck up and self-centered but I think that just added to my dream of being a lawyer. That was the first year that there was a volunteerism club at my high school and I was lucky enough to know the chair of it. I would eventually be groomed to take over as chair.

When I was 16, I had my nose pierced for my birthday (for the first time…it’s been done twice, and I seriously miss it). I did it to impress a guy I liked. I was 16, he was 25…yeah…I was reaching a little on that one. Even more so since we talked all the time (the basis of my crush was our daily conversations) and he let it slip that he was into my best friend at the time but would never date anyone so much younger than himself.

When I was 16, my best friend wasn’t really my best friend. We called each other that, but we each had other people who were closer to us. She was self-harming and asking me why out of the two of us, she was the one who was depressed and not me (since she was gorgeous, thin, and had all the boys’ attention and I was clearly the very opposite of that).

When I was 16, I started to question my faith and my church. It’s gotten better over the years but some of the habits I picked up while in my teens have carried over into adulthood.

When I was 16, I thought that by the time I was 18 I’d have a VW Bug (they were the coolest things in the whole world to me!). I thought that by the time I was 30 I’d be married with children. Only a few months away now from that big scary number and I am not even close to either. But I’m actually ok with that.

When I was 16, I had dreams of getting a tattoo, but only ONE. And it wasn’t a realistic dream since my parents were very much against it. The 4 that I have now are happy that 16 year old me had the courage to eventually get the first one.

When I was 16, I thought that I would never find love or happiness and that I would always feel bad about how I looked and would be shy. 29 year old me is thankful for those insecurities but also the strength that younger me had to push through them and come out the other side confident in who I have become.

January 21Sweet sixteen When you were 16, what did you think your life would look

like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

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14 thoughts on “Sweet Sixteen

  1. When I was 16 I didn’t run with the most popular kids and unlike middle school, I didn’t want to. I had my best friend (still do) and that was really all I needed. We had funny friends around us but we were the core. We made fun of the cheerleaders, imitated SNL ALL THE TIME and always on the lookout for the next boyfriend.I’d kill to be 16 again. Not where I thought I’d be but then again, God doesn’t give you what you want but what you need.

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  2. People always tell me I’m crazy when I tell them I’d love to go back to 15-16 years old and start again. It was around this age that I started making horrible decisions. They seemed right… and good… at the time. But no. I think that was the start of me ruining my life. I didn’t realize it then… obviously… because if I did, I would have made some changes. Big ones. Now it’s too late. (And yes, it really is too late… this is definitely NOT a “you can change things at any age” kind of thing.)

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