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Hey Highschool Girls...Get Real.

Recently, I experienced a situation in my family that infuriated me. Like wanting to storm out of my house, hunt down these girls, and ring their necks angry. So here it goes. Read and be offended if you so choose or read and grow the heck up.

We all know how high school goes. There are cliques and crowds, some with higher standards than others. Nonetheless, these crowds define you in high school. It's like, for those four years, we cannot see outside of our little boxes. Anyone who tries to enter is denied and anyone who breaks the social rules is shunned. It's a huge game full of jokingly high costs and extreme disappointment. It is a roller coaster of unnecessary emotion and absolutely stupid prices to pay for a 4 year "thrill ride" that just drops you off In reality. (Where who you were in high school means absolutely nothing.)

I cannot, now as a senior in college, even begin to understand the games high school girls play...in particular, with high school boys. It's sickening to me. Like I literally want to puke thinking about it. High school boys always get a bad wrap, sometimes rightly so, but we (women) never own up to all the crazy bull crap we pull. Boys are always the aggressive ones, the ones who ruin parent's precious little girls. They push girls into dating too quickly and rip girls hearts to shreds. BUT WAIT!!! Are you flipping kidding me that we cannot see the other side of this?? High school girls are selfish, self obsessed, immodest, and so, so, so, confused. They define themselves by what group they are in. They define themselves by the clothes they wear. They shove every nice guy to the wayside because they don't even know what respect is anymore, mistaking it for being awkward or weird or obsessed. They have been taught that men who are not trying to get in your pants are probably interested in other men. They have been taught that if you cover yourself and keep yourself pure that you are prude and out of touch with today's society. A skewed version of what it means to lead a successful life has been placed upon young women.

It is so disgusting to me. I have had to watch my little brother, not once but twice, be ripped apart by silly little girls who think that they are so much better than anyone else in the world. Wake up sister sue. In about 6 months, your life will go from being defined and perfect in your little high school bubble, to being the bottom of the food chain, fighting for respect in a world that has little to give. Listen to me when I say, if you don't start respecting yourself now, meaning covering up, being nice, and defining yourself in something greater than you, you will fall flat on your pretty little face. The world is not nice and protective like high school. It is sinful, hateful, and full of things that will rock the very foundation of who you think you have been your whole life. Ripping others apart in high school will get you no where. Acting petty and rude is not how you were made to act.

Let's get real for a second. Whether you believe me or not, you were created, by a Creator. You were created with a purpose, a destiny, a story in mind. You are beautiful, intelligent, and have so much potential...if you get past this whole high school crazy faze. Stop wrecking the hearts of young men. Stop dressing immodestly and getting mad that boys give you negative attention. Help them out, for goodness sake. They are visual beings. Stop valuing yourself so little that you behave in a manner acceptable for no one. Since when was it appropriate to give it up to some guy at 15 or 16?? Do you even know how drastically different you will be five years from that point, even three years?! Trust me. In high school I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I knew who I was gonna be for the rest of my life. I thought I knew what kinda guy I wanted, what dreams I had. And then life happened. Change happened. College happened. I moved out. I lost friends. I gained new ones. I struggled in a faith that was my parents and found one that became my own. I am so different from the day I walked out of that high school to the person I am now writing this. I cannot even compare the two because they just don't match.

My point is that I am tired of watching young girls hurt themselves and throw themselves into a meaningless identity. They say that high school are the best years of your life, but they are lying. Those 4 very short years do not define  you or create you. They simply transfer you to the next stage.

The things you thought were dreadful in high school, for example, your parents and your siblings, will become your strongholds. Sleep will be the most precious gift in the world. Alone time will be cherished heavily and college papers will make you wish you had listened better in English class. God becomes someone that you have to know through meeting with Him, rather than an acquaintance you met through mom and dad. He becomes your choice rather than a family decision.

Those boys you wrecked, the nice, respectful ones, the ones you stood up because "they were too nice so he must be weird", will be so hard to find because they are out being successful and fulfilled. The ones you wasted yourself on, the hot jock cool kid with all the moves, will still live with mom and dad, gaining weight, and going no where. And you, the pretty little high school girl, will have regretted every second you spent defining yourself through exterior, falsified, labels. And you will be left feeling empty and broken, bound to an idea that will never come to fruition.  Life is not made in high school, sweetheart. So be conscious of what you do and how you act. Pick your head up and look to greater things, the greater plan. And for the love of all that's good, stop being so dang mean. It's just not flattering.

"'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the Lord. 'Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" 

Jeremiah 29:11

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so now you’re about to turn twenty and the world hasn’t gotten any bigger for you. you’re untouched, unloved, unprepared. your parents still pay for your gas. your friends all have internships. one of them even got cast to be in a movie. you’ve got all this talent that you don’t know how to share. you just want to fuck someone, anyone, to feel a little less like an island. the man at the McDonald’s drive-thru held both sides of your hand when he handed you your change and you cried the entire way home. skin burns. you’re about to turn twenty and you feel like you’re fifteen. you sleep for fourteen hours and still need a nap. the world is shrinking one empty heartache at a time. you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything. don’t. you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart. you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay.

turning 20 | Caitlyn S.  (via zeeknd)

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Now listen to me, as a man, I know. When boys want to date you, they are going to put their absolute best foot forward. They want you to like them. They will pretend to be someone they are not. So I want you to ask hard questions. Look for consistency. And most importantly you need Christ as your center, because if that isn’t there, you have nothing at all.

Grandpa  (via possibilityisinherhands)

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Reality

I miss you so, in all the wrong ways, for what seems the right reasons. And can't, for the life of me, remember why I ever decided to start missing you at all.

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Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.

(via godmoves)

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To my best friend and now roomie...this picture suits us right?! Happy bday and lets have some fun...on a Tuesday...Whoop. #hollaatyourboy #imfeelin21 #bffs #aintsobaby #finally

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Moving day and I drove this bad boy... @miaskaff #movingday #uhaul #badass #imabiggirlnow #ithasagrossbugonit

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The beginning of it all. #movingout #youknowhpisinthatbox #freakingout #14days #imabiggurlnow @miaskaff

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It bewilders me that that they didn’t give the Hogwarts first years maps

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have fun navigating an ancient castle full of shit that could literally kill you by yourselves suckers

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I am officially bleach blonde. Hello Barbie...goodbye Tersea. #blondie #selfie #longhair #dontcare #havingmorefun

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Cutie patooties #bffs #unplannedgoodness #kodakmomemt #bubbles #reunited

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