Dear Teenage Shannon,
Be yourself. Stop trying to mimic others. They’re not any cooler than you are, so stop feeling bad about yourself. God made you the individual you are.
Don’t worry so much about what others think of you. Your audience is an audience of one. It only matters what God thinks of you.
You don’t have to dress immodestly to get the boys’ attention. They’ll notice, no matter what you wear. And if it takes immodest clothing to attract him, he’s not the kind of boy you need. (Your parents won’t allow it anyway, thank goodness.)
Stop being embarrassed by your parents. Some day, you’ll be in their shoes and realize how wise they are. And how much they love you.
Start an exercise program now. That way, it’s second nature and when you’re older, it will already be part of your routine.
Don’t go to cosmetology school. You’ll only waste your parents’ money and get stuck doing your mother’s hair for life. Hairdressing isn’t glamorous. It’s hard, nasty, and exhausting. Stick with your first instinct: computers.
Even better—they’re books. Those stories in your head that you never know what to do with. Don’t wait until you’re thirty-three to figure that out.
The move to rural Arkansas. Stop fighting it. Embrace your new home. You’ll grow to love it, never, ever want to live anywhere near a city again, and meet the love of your life there.
In fact, you’ve already met him. That new boy that lights your fire–the rumors are true–but be patient, God is working on him.
Pay more attention to young boys. Someday you’ll have one. The things he does and dirt he can find will astound you.
Always remember. No matter what happens or what life throws at you, you’ve got Jesus to get you through.