I've been thinking.

I was thinking about how when I was in fourth grade, I didn't really like to tell people that I still played with dolls.

I was thinking about how when I was in eighth grade, I was worried about boys.

I was thinking about how when I was in tenth grade, I was worried about being popular.

What I really want go back and tell my old selves is to cut myself some slack.  Being in forth grade, and only nine or ten, I saw myself as grown up.

I wish I could just tell myself that no, I wasn't grown up.  I didn't need to worry or stress about acting like one.  Because now, me being sixteen and all, I'm still not grown up.  And I am feeling more and more ok with that.

Relax, everything will be fine.