I first heard about DEAR TEEN ME almost two years ago. It’s a blog where YA authors write letters of advice to their teenage selves. Some of the letters have been published as an anthology, available from: Amazon, Books-a-Million, Indie Bound, and the Book Depository.
The letters on this site cover “a wide range of topics, including physical abuse, body issues, bullying, friendship, love, and enough insecurities to fill an auditorium.” Many YA authors have participated: Carrie Jones, Lauren Oliver, Mitali Perkins, Cynthia Leitich Smith, to name just a few. I truly feel as though I am walking among greats by being given the opportunity to post my own Dear Teen Me letter.
Here’s a taste of it, please follow the link at the bottom if you’d like to read more on the Dear Teen Me site.
First and foremost, I’m going to tell you: your mother’s wrong.“You’re killing me,” she said. “I’m dying of cancer and it’s all your fault.”
I feel that knot clenching in your stomach the moment she says it, the sting of her handprint across your cheek, but her words sting more. Standing in the stark, white kitchen, you blink back tears, wanting to yell too, but there’s nothing you can say that will make things better.
Count to ten.
You’re not wrong for being angry. Your mother’s been yelling at you for so long that you still hear her screams in your head as you lie awake in bed, waiting to fall asleep. If that wasn’t enough, she has no right to slap you. Nobody does. Read more…