Throwback Thursday had me thinking. There are those cute throwbacks of people when they were like 6 or 7 and everyone always comments and says how cute they were or how much they’ve changed since then. Yet, I hardly ever see throw backs from what I have dubbed “The Awkward Years.” For me, the awkward years lasted from 14-18. I was strange. I acted strange. I dressed strange. I liked strange things. I really wish that current Maz would have been there to give Maz of The Awkward Years a little tough love. But alas, since time machines don’t exist yet (Or do they? Speculated government cover-up), I decided to write my 15 year old self a little note and offer her some advice for the day that I do get to go back:
Dear Maz at the Dubious Age of 15 (Circa sophomore year of high school),
Hey! How’s it going? Well, actually, I know how it’s going and girlfriend, there are some things that we need to sort out. First of all, though you think it’s a great idea, don’t dye your hair black or cut your own bangs. It is going to take forever to fade out and you are going to super regret the boy haircut that you have to get in order hide the damage that you did in under four swish-and-flicks of those old scissors. In regard to the red lipstick; you are before your time. Wait about 5 years and you can rock it every day if you want. Your tiny town doesn’t know how to handle that yet. Also, just a thought, maybe try on a different color besides black, although in 2014, you seem mysterious in a chic way. In 2009, you’re just weird as f*ck. Get it together home girl.
My deepest love,
Maz at the Glorious Age of 20 (Circa junior year of college)
P.S. Try not to get so upset over New Moon, because Edward only left Bella for her own safety. He really did love her.
The Boy Cut in Action: