I am officially a twenty-something. Well barely, I’m just in, but I can finally connect with a huge number of people online who like to categorise themselves in this term – along with not knowing what the fuck you are supposed to be doing.
Whilst I was 19 I had no clue what I was doing but now I’m a twenty-something and I don’t know what I’m doing. Yay! I feel like turning twenty has been coming a long time – the last of my friends to hit the big two-oh and most of my friends are now turned/turning 21 – but I do feel a bit sad to be leaving the teenage years behind.
From Flat Chest To Watermelons
Being a teenager is a bit like one big party – from age 14 onwards anyway. You can kind of just do what you fancy for the most part, your parents are still responsible for you and you spend most of your time in school with your best friends. I’ve identified as a teenager for such a long time so it feels strange to be taking off that hat and trying a new one on for size.
I’m not really sure what I want this blog post to be (maybe it’s just to remind everyone that HI! I had a birthday) but I guess I just want to chat about the teenage years and do a bit of clinking of glasses to them as they are pretty special.
I’ll be honest and hold my hands up when I say I don’t remember much from the early teen years. I was in my third year at high school when I turned 13 and my thoughts were most definitely on whether or not my boobs were big enough yet. Spoiler: they were and I now curse 13 year old me for wishing for the watermelons I currently stuff into a bra.
My early teen years were like anyone else’s – dealing with puberty, high school, sitting exams for the first time and feeling like a bit of an alien in my body and head space. My high school was pretty tiny in the grand scale of things but it was big enough to intimidate me and the first few years were definitely rocky friendship wise. High school is a bit of a jungle for navigating friendship terrain.
One of the things that sticks out to me the most when I cast my mind back to my early teen years is my shockingly low body confidence and how it was shattered even further by three nasty boys who called me fat – still remember your names guys and I was just like to say, fuck you.
This still affects me to this day (ask my flatmates, they’ll tell ya) unfortunately and it is something I so want to overcome in my twenties. Words hurt and they cut deep.
Teenage Years Worth Remembering
In sunnier news, the mid teen years were pretty happy ones. I found a great group of friends in late fourth year/fifth year of high school, who despite not being friends with them now, had such a positive impact on my life and I’m so thankful for the memories.
I was a pretty decent student so passed all my Scottish Higher’s for university in fifth year and taking the foot off the pedal for sixth year, my mid teen years were spent thinking about boys, parties, weekends and alcohol. My friends were great – we all bounced off one another so well and some of my fondest memories even now is days spent with them goofing around or partying in someone’s living room. It wasn’t all sunshines and rainbows (when is it ever) but it was solid, real and true.
My teenage years saw me pass exams, apply to university, pass my driving test, buying alcohol legally, going on holiday without my parents, visiting new places and experiencing new things. The summer before university in 2015 was one of the best of my life: I went on amazing holidays to Largs (don’t knock it till you’ve tried it) and Amsterdam with the girls. We did BBQs, played rounders, drank cider, went to the waterfall, partied some more and had deep car chats after deep car chats.
Changes & Twenty Year Old Me
Things did change when I went to university. In hindsight, probably for the better. Everyone has to move on, grow and evolve and unfortunately that isn’t always a neat transition and one without feelings getting hurt. But despite this huge shift in my life, it brought me two of the most important people in my life, the love of a new city, new friends and a new outlook on how I want to live my life.
Glasgow is one of my favourite places in the world and one of the best cities I’ve ever had the pleasure of exploring. I get genuinely excited about showing people around, exploring a new place to eat and think about it when I’m away. I’m so excited that I still have a year and a half at least to enjoy there and I’m so glad it is the place teenage me directed twenty year old me to live.
In the last decade, I’ve grown. I’ve grown a lot. I’ve become more confident, more of a writer, developed my voice, made new life-long friends, stuck with some old ones, studied, blogged, photographed, scheduled, travelled, cried and laughed. I’m so excited to see what the next one will bring.
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IS ANYONE ELSE CELEBRATING TURNING 20 THIS MONTH?
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