Last night the hash tag #dear6yearoldself was trending. It was so fun think of what I’d tell my six year old self if I could. But I have things to tell myself at other ages too, so here they are:

Dear 6 year old self:
Teenage mutant ninja turtles are turtles that live in a sewer, so no, you will not be marrying one of them.
Play barbies for as long as you want, even if your cousin says she’s to old to play them with you. She’ll feel bad for telling you that one day.
Enjoy the imaginary world that you so often play in. You’ll grow out of it and forget how to get back there
Stop trying to ditch your brother, he’s actually really cool and needs his big sister
Be nice to everyone
Stop worrying about getting your hands dirty and have fun in the sand!
your parents aren’t perfect. Get it into your head now so you won’t be disappointed later on.
don’t be such a baby and go on the scary roller coaster at Disney Land! Who knows when you’ll get another opportunity

Dear 12 year old self:
Those platform shoes make you look like a clown
Stop messing around with your hair, just enjoy the curls!
Start writing now, and don’t tear the sad parts out of your journals and throw them away. You’ll learn from it one day.
Stop being so shy, people will like you if you give them a chance

Dear 16 year old self:
Stop trying to protect everyone. They can take care of themselves
Don’t dig, you don’t want to know what you’ll find. Let it be.
Ditch the boyfriend and have fun! He’s cheating on you anyway.
Don’t trust that psychologist your mom forces you to see. She makes you feel a lot worse and tells your mom everything you say.
Stop letting other people tell you what you should weigh. You are gorgeous!
Its ok to disappoint and anger your parents. They will love you anyway. Have fun and be naughty. You’ll regret being the little angel that was scared to get into trouble.

Dear 18 year old self:
Trust your heart and study hairdressing. You’ll regret it years later when its to late.
Don’t drink that last tequila before letting Shaun drive you home. You puke in his car and make a fool of yourself. Don’t worry though, he still kisses you goodnight.
Thank your lucky stars you always carry gum in your handbag!


About ournextbigadventure

After a few years of travelling around and itchy feet, my husband and I have embarked on our greatest adventure yet...parenthood! We have been blessed with a beautiful little girl named Lily Sage. Now everyday is filled not with questions of "where to next?" but with baby smiles, hiccups and milky breaths.

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