Dear Teen Tiffany, The true horror of discovering the old adage, “Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you,” is a pile of crap designed by bullies who try to excuse their caveman-like behavior is pretty much the hardest of life’s many, many painful lessons.…
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Dear Teen Me: Remember your first kiss? It began with a crush on a boy named Chris at church camp. You didn’t want to go to church camp, but Mom thought it was a good idea, a way to make some friends because you’d not had the best of luck…
Dear Teen Victoria, You hate bullies. Despise them, in fact, and for good reason. You’ve had your fair share. You were picked on for your size throughout late elementary school and into middle school. Allow me to clarify what you were confused about—you are not fat. Not at all. You…
“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.” – Maggie Kuhn Dear Teen Me, You’re luckier than most, because you escape your teen years mostly unscathed by any serious bullying, though there are a few events that wound you deeply, like the note you find from the girls you considered…
Dear Chantele, You’re fifteen and it’s the second week of your sophomore year of high school, which you’re still trying to get used to. You’re super short, shy, quiet, a little insecure and frankly, it doesn’t really change a ton when you get older. Especially the shortness. But, you’re kind,…
Dear Teen Mary, Yeah, it’s me again, coming at you from the future. I bet you thought you’d heard the last of me when I embarrassed you by publishing our last letter in the Dear Teen Me Anthology. You were wrong (even though that prior letter pointed out how right…
Dear Teen Me, Don’t worry, things won’t always be this way. You know Mark? Yeah, the chowderhead who uses you as his own personal punching bag. He thinks he’s pretty cool smacking you around, doesn’t he? Tries to make you feel weak and stupid. That’s what bullies do. You’d like…
Dear Teen Me, Please, please, stop thinking about becoming a drug dealer. I know you’re thinking about it because your scumbag father became a pathetic cliché and left you and your mom for his secretary. I know you’re thinking about it because you’re so poor that you sometimes have to…
Dear Teen Julie, I know what you’re thinking. Why the ominous letter of warning from future you? What the hell is about to happen? Relax. This isn’t a life or death visit. Today I’m here with a tiny piece of insight and wisdom. I know about the Math teacher that…
Dear Ellen, You’re hurting right now, and not just emotionally, but physically, too. What kind of person jerks back your chair in language lab, just as you’re sitting down? There isn’t enough room in the cubicle for you to completely clear the seat, so before your butt can hit the…