You’ve seen all those letters that people write to their 16-year-old-selves.
The ones that tell them not to worry about their weight, or whether they have enough friends and that they are worthy, kind and wonderful. Well my advice to me, now in my 40’s, is from my teenage self.
I have uncovered a bundle of diaries that I wrote all through high school and aside from my terrible handwriting, bad spelling and completely forgotten memories, I am actually discovering my carefree, teenage me has some lessons to take heed of right now.
In a simplified, innocent form of prose, peppered with the cool lingo of the 80’s - “spew”, “yoo”, “dag”, “blob”, “wacko”and “wally” - I’ve also inadvertently recorded forgotten history.
Like the exact date I first shaved my legs, the first time I used a cash card, how much I earned per hour at McDonald’s ($6), the cost of my formal ticket ($20), the play list of the Angels and Dire Straits concerts, not to mention who won and wore what at the 1982 Brisbane Commonwealth Games and my keen observations of ‘Pat the Rat’ from Sons and Daughters.
But most importantly, this collection of diaries covering five years of high school showed me that many of the issues that faced teenage girls in the 80’s are still the same today.
Relationships with parents, friends and boys. Concern about school grades. A focus on weight and body image. Self-doubt, bullying, parental deception, work-ethic, morals and uncertainty about the future-just some of the topics covered that are still relevant today.
The difference, unlike now when everything teenagers do is out there for the world, not just their friends to see, my soulful yet fun-spirited writings are kind of like an eighties version of blogging except no-one else got to read them.