76. A letter to my 16 year old self.
Dear 16 year old Jen,
You are so cute. And skinny. Work really hard to stay that way, cause dieting to lose 100 pounds when you are 31 is a bitch.
Some of these people you are friends with now will still be in your life in 15 years. Others won't. You are going to meet some awesome people in the years coming up, and they will be lifelong friends.
You know that guy you're so worried about? Don't worry about him. You'll find out why. And guess what? His brother becomes your best friend. Yes, that annoying kid. And speaking of guys, you are going to make a lot of mistakes in that department. Some of them are married. Which sucks, but boy was it fun. When you're 31 you'll finally figure out that you don't really like them, and then getting rid of them, similiar to all that weight you put on, is a bitch.
When you're 28 your life will change. You'll get pregnant, unplanned, but you're ready. As soon as you see positive on that pee stick, your life changes. Then you lose the baby. And man, it sucks. But you change that day. You're stronger, and you don't put up with bullshit. You only do things that make you happy. And don't worry, when that doctor, very rudely, tells you that you might die that day, you don't. In fact, you come out stronger than you ever knew you could be. And minus one fallopian tube, which you continously joke about and use as an excuse for years to come.
Start loving your family sooner. They put up with a lot.
All in all, you've done well. You're really happy. Truly happy. You have relationships that you treasure. Some are very confusing, but you are terrified to lose them. Which is good. Cause it means they matter.
I have to say again, don't be such a pig. Seriously, dieting blows.