You were meant to be exactly who you are.
Your smile. Your laugh. Your favorite sweatshirt. And those heels you just can’t seem to throw away. The way you embrace your surroundings. Your favorite memories and your most embarrassing screw-ups. That drawer where you hoard your old ribbons and precious letters. The way you enter a room and know when to leave. That’s you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what defines me recently. I know a lot of us struggle with where we are supposed to be- intellectually, geographically, financially, emotionally. I’m a senior in high school, but I swear half of the time I convince myself I should already be accepted in to med school, living in NYC, financially independent or at the very least, able to watch a Disney movie without crying.
Big dreams, I know.
Call it a blessing or a curse, but I’m currently in that part of my life where all I can think is
I wonder…
There’s nothing wrong with having wonder. In fact, I fear the day that I stop wondering. But it’s easy to get wrapped up in dreams, letting them cloud my perception of the present
and who I presently am.
I’m no doctor. I live in small-town Tennessee. I’ve never had a job in my life. And tissues are still needed whenever Prince Charming comes to make it all okay.
But I also love writing. And dancing ’til my toes bleed. And wearing shoes that give me blisters every. single. time. I am profoundly proficient at making grilled cheese sandwiches and procrastinating my homework. I love flowers, and pictures of puppies, and friends that lift me up. I love a boy. And the parents I come home to every night. I’m seventeen, and that’s where I’m at.
That’s who I am.
Embrace your flaws. Love your quirks. Make those mistakes. And above all, be you.
XoXo, Zo.
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