If there were a ranking of embarrassing legacies on the internet, I’d put mine squarely in the 50th percentile.
I started blogging in 2008 at the age of seventeen, when I was a high school senior. As such, I’m not proud of everything I’ve ever put on the internet. I’ve done my fair share of using problematic language, wearing questionable outfits, and oversharing.
Over the past eight years, this blog has also helped me rediscover my love for writing, and it’s brought me the soul-warming satisfaction of hearing from readers who’ve told me that they were going through the same damn thing, and how they thought they were alone in their experiences, and how I helped them by putting into words the feelings they couldn’t articulate.
I don’t think I could trade that for anything.
And so I can’t help but be unapologetic about what this blog used to be – about who my younger self used to be. (A fount of emotional word-vomit? Sure. Definitely. But I refuse to be embarrassed about who I had to be then to become who I am now.)
I’ve been away from this blog and blogging in general for almost two years now, but it feels like the right time to start again, because – well, because the real purpose of this blog has always been to have a place to document my current obsessions.
The difference is that this time, I don’t feel like I need to make myself look cooler than I really am.
(‘Cause I’m already cool. Duh.)
This blog is a celebration of my inner teenage girl, ’cause she’s really fucking cool, and she always has been.
So as One Direction put it, “Let’s have another toast to the Girl Almighty.”