Day 4: 10 things I would tell my 16-year-old self, if I could

(1) Your future husband lives in another state. You have not met him. Pay no attention to those other seemingly attractive males.

(2) It's not a sin to dress fashionably.

(3) You are not ugly.

(4) Work hard, but not too hard.

(5) Be forgiving.

(6) You have depression--seek help.

(7) Your happiness DOES matter

(8) I know it seems like you're the only 16-year-old who doesn't have a driver's license, but you are definitely not. Your future husband won't get his until he's 21. It won't matter in ten years :)

(9) Chair placement is no indication of talent. And it is not important in the long run.

(10) Most of all, you DO matter. Heavenly Father loves you a lot more than you think.

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  1. KathyApril 26, 2013 at 7:56 PM

    I think this is the best one yet. I wish you could have been around to tell my 16 year old self most of these same things. Your happiness does matter. You are loved! :) Learning all this now will help your daughter know she is loved as well. Keep up the great work.

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  2. KarinApril 28, 2013 at 11:44 PM

    It's so crazy and amazing how the things that seemed so huge during teenage years really don't matter much after a few years of perspective! This post is a great idea :)

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