Childhood - Blog Posts

THE FRICKEN NOSTALGIA

Just a little blast from the past. Childhood nostalgia for girls who grew up in the 90s and early 2000s ♥

Girls these days don’t know what they’re missing out on.

Me at 13: ugh all these girls are soooo drama, I am different. I don't even wear pink and listen to pop songs. I guess I am 'not like the other girls'.

*cringe*

Me at 17: loves pink, doesn't like jeans and wears dresses and skirts, watches chick flicks, listens to mainstream pop, worships Taylor Swift, waits for the MET gala every year, loves gossip, watches Chanel, Dior, Balenciaga fashion shows, watches video essays on celebrity culture and media, follows fashion historians, hates sports, hates video games, hates most "boyish" activities and wishes I was in a Jane Austen novel or a Nicolas Sparks movie.

Me: I guess I am the other girls I used to talk about

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

In another universe, I am seven and rolling down a hill with my childhood best friend. Grass stains are quickly appearing on our clothes and not a single hair is still in place. I giggle when I reach the bottom and wish for this to moment to never end. I wish for a lifetime of rolling hills and a girl with freckles more beautiful than the stars.