I’m not sure most of you know this, but I’m supposed to be writing about teen issues.
Well, as you probably have noticed, I tend to write about whatever I want to. This month, however, I’ve decided to be a good little girl and stick to my theme; so as I chowed down on a plate filled with enough crepes to feed an army, I racked my brain trying to come up with issues teenagers of this day and age struggle with. Mid-bite I was struck with genius!
I had just come up with the perfect idea that described the true beauty of life and wrapped up the trials in one sweet little cocoon of brilliance. All I had to do was set finger to keyboard! I was convinced that wisdom and wonder would pour forth and that each and every one of you would be blessed by the words you would read. But then I remembered that I’ve already written about food.
So I put my thinking cap back on and continued chewing.
Another topic didn’t come to mind until after I’d eaten most of the crepes and began to worry about the immense amount of food I had just introduced my body to. With that thought, I decided to write about one of a teenager’s, and actually everybody’s, biggest struggles: self-image.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood in front of the mirror and wished I was a little taller, wished I was a little smaller here and bigger there, wished I had a third arm. I mean, how awesome would it be to have three arms?! Sure, it’d be a little difficult to find clothes that fit right, but can you imagine how much better at multi-tasking I’d be?!