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What was your own worst teen angst? Teen:14-18?
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<blockquote data-quote="slsh" data-source="post: 591789" data-attributes="member: 8"><p>Oh gosh... teen years. Couldn't pay me *enough* to do them over. Awful awful years. And to make it worse, my mom had been homecoming queen/cheerleader/most popular in *her* teen years so she just didn't understand why I was so miserable. She used to always tell me that the teens were the best years of my life - in my head, I'd respond, "Well if this is as good as it gets, I guess I should just end it all now!!"</p><p></p><p>Tall, skinny, no chest (which apparently was a *huge* black mark against me, LOL). Socially inept with same-age peers, though got on fabulously with early 20s folks, much to my parents' chagrin. Blind as a bat and too vain to wear glasses, parents wouldn't allow contacts, so I was in my own myopic fog until 10th grade. Utterly clueless when it came to fashion/style/makeup (still am). Acne. Oh my gosh, yes, I would have to say the acne was my biggest definable angst. Even in spite of seeing one of the "best" dermatologists - I was a mess (though probably not as big a mess in reality as I thought I was).</p><p></p><p>Finally in 10th grade I just said **** it. I was who I was and I quit trying to fit in. Threw the Candie's <img src="http://camayvonfurstenberg.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/crop_candies1.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> in the closet, got my hiking boots, glasses, and holy jeans out, and just did my thing. Was much happier. Never went to a HS dance, never had the urge, don't regret it. Think I had 2 dates in HS, but hung with my older friends most of the time.</p><p></p><p>I will say that in hindsight, HS probably was a *really* good experience for me, just because I started to realize that what other folks thought of me didn't matter a bit and that the important thing was to be comfortable in my own skin and be the person I really am.</p><p></p><p>And as I tell Diva constantly, the 20s are *so* worth the Hades the teens are. <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/biggrin.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":biggrin:" title="biggrin :biggrin:" data-shortname=":biggrin:" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="slsh, post: 591789, member: 8"] Oh gosh... teen years. Couldn't pay me *enough* to do them over. Awful awful years. And to make it worse, my mom had been homecoming queen/cheerleader/most popular in *her* teen years so she just didn't understand why I was so miserable. She used to always tell me that the teens were the best years of my life - in my head, I'd respond, "Well if this is as good as it gets, I guess I should just end it all now!!" Tall, skinny, no chest (which apparently was a *huge* black mark against me, LOL). Socially inept with same-age peers, though got on fabulously with early 20s folks, much to my parents' chagrin. Blind as a bat and too vain to wear glasses, parents wouldn't allow contacts, so I was in my own myopic fog until 10th grade. Utterly clueless when it came to fashion/style/makeup (still am). Acne. Oh my gosh, yes, I would have to say the acne was my biggest definable angst. Even in spite of seeing one of the "best" dermatologists - I was a mess (though probably not as big a mess in reality as I thought I was). Finally in 10th grade I just said **** it. I was who I was and I quit trying to fit in. Threw the Candie's [IMG]http://camayvonfurstenberg.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/crop_candies1.jpg[/IMG] in the closet, got my hiking boots, glasses, and holy jeans out, and just did my thing. Was much happier. Never went to a HS dance, never had the urge, don't regret it. Think I had 2 dates in HS, but hung with my older friends most of the time. I will say that in hindsight, HS probably was a *really* good experience for me, just because I started to realize that what other folks thought of me didn't matter a bit and that the important thing was to be comfortable in my own skin and be the person I really am. And as I tell Diva constantly, the 20s are *so* worth the Hades the teens are. :grin: [/QUOTE]
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