A letter to my 15 year-old self…

Dear 15 year-old Charlotte,

Firstly, I know you are going to ask what you look like now you’re 25. Ten years on. And it’s probably not what you want to hear, but you are bigger than you are now. I know, I know, you had visions of being one of those girls who really came into their own when they hit their twenties. But it turns out that you are quite fond of the good, old carbohydrate food group. And wine actually. Yes, really. You actually like it – and not just rosé. No, I don’t like the pink stuff that much anymore. You grow out of that when you hit 21.

There are bigger reasons as to why you aren’t exactly slim, but I think we will save that for a bit later on. Okay?

I suppose you want to know if you and whatshisface are still together? In short. No.

Oh come on girl, don’t cry. You are quite fine. And yes, he dumped you. When? Your 18th birthday. No, not when you were 18. On your actual birthday. But you have a few years to enjoy him yet. You won’t listen to me, or anyone else that’s for sure. So go on – fall in love and listen to Damien Rice together and plan how many children you will have and what-not.

Children? Now hang on a minute. Do you not know who you ended up falling in love with? For all you know you could be a spinster like Bridget Jones. Yes, I know you love the book and the film. You’ll like the sequel too. I’ve said too much. Just be patient. So do you find a Mr Darcy or do you end up with several Daniel Cleavers?

You are one of the lucky ones. You have a Mr Darcy. And he’s perfect. His name? Stephen. Stephen Darroch. Yes D-A-R-R-O-C-H. No, not Da-roche. Da-rock. You’ll get used to it. He’s part Scottish, but without the accent sadly.

How did you meet? At university. What do you study? You end up choosing journalism. It’s the right choice, trust me. You do well. And I know you miss the stage and wonder if it ever could have been, but you still sing all the time and you did a few shows until you…

Okay. Big news. Ready for it?

You’re a mum!

Okay. Breathe. No I don’t have any rosé. Calm down. You’re a mummy. And you are happy. And you aren’t a tramp. Stop worrying about money and what Mum and Dad will say and just listen.

First off, okay, you aren’t married. Yet. Stephen likes it, but he hasn’t put a ring on it. Oh crap, sorry, that makes no sense. It’s a lyric from a song that Beyoncé releases way into your future. You like it very much and practice the dance moves from the music video when no one is looking. I digress.

Your baby was a surprise. You weren’t expecting to become a mum so soon. And you were 24 when your son, William James Darroch was born. Yes, I know you have a cousin William, but it doesn’t matter. This name is special to you and Stephen. Your William is a year old now, just. He’s wonderful. He completes you and you understand that nothing else really matters. You loved being pregnant and a word from the wise – don’t get excited about the due date, he ends up being 13 days overdue.

So what else? You are the Lead Content Producer for a company works with charities. It’s not what you expected but you have never been happier. Oh you were a journalist for a while, a Group Editor in fact, but it’s a chapter in your life that has closed now.

You’re also a blogger. I’m not sure how much of this you will understand, but there is a life outside of MSN Messenger. And you have a big online diary of your life as a mum and people read it. You are also learning to use a camera properly and you recently gave a big speech in front of tons of other mums.

Yes, I don’t suppose it does sound much like you Charlotte. But it is. Life changes outside school. Life begins. You don’t remember those people who pushed you around and put you down. They don’t matter. You bump into some of them again when you grow up and you smile to yourself because they haven’t changed. Except you have because you just let them continue to brag and boast, but you have a secret smile and you just nod and let your mind drift to thoughts of your son. These bullies still exist in the adult world unfortunately, but they are just people who don’t know how to grow up.

You have a dog, called Max, who is undoubtedly your best friend. You love that furry old boy lots. You own a house now, with Stephen. It needs some work, but you are getting there. You never imagined you’d own your own home so soon huh? You have Mum and Dad to  thank for that young lady. Forever indebted.

Mum and Dad are brilliant. The whole family is. There has been some changes. But for the best. And everyone is happy. Which makes you happy.

I feel like, I should tell you something profound. Warn you off your mistakes. Urge you to take a new path. Remind you to enjoy yourself and have more fun and not study so hard.

But I won’t.

Your choices. The person you are. You got us here today.

You are happy Charlotte. It won’t be an easy road to 25, but my God it’s worth it.

Follow your dreams. Dream big. And always paddle your own canoe.

Oh, and listen to Mum and Dad. They are more amazing than you appreciate right now.

And don’t eat too many carbs okay?

I love you. In a bizarre way. You’ve got so much to learn and so much life to live. But you get there.

Charlotte, aged 25 and almost-a-half.

I wrote this on a whim, and then thought it would be nice to see what you would say to your 15 year-old self, given the chance. So please link up!

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  • Reply
    Mama B
    8th July 2013 at 9:39 pm

    Love love love this! 15 year old Charlotte is probably in shock now! What a journey you've had in the past 10 years xxx

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    9th July 2013 at 12:57 am

    What a brilliant post – isn't it crazy how much we can change in such a short period of time?

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    Kelly OHanlon
    9th July 2013 at 2:10 am

    Great idea, I'll have a go myself – 15 is almost half way in my life so far (I turned 29 last week) so will be an interesting retrospective!

  • Reply
    9th July 2013 at 4:42 am

    Love this post, your 25 year old self sounds very much more sorted than I was at 25!!

  • Reply
    9th July 2013 at 8:02 am

    ah this sounds like such a good idea! I might do this too! xx

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    Sugar Spun Sisters
    9th July 2013 at 8:39 am

    This is brilliant! I think mine would say:

    Dear 15 year old Eve,

    That boy in 6th form is an utter arsehole, your Mum was right.

    Taking Back Sunday aren't the greatest band you'll ever see live, but when you managed to blag an over-18s wristband with a boy in your year (just friends, honestly) it was one of the best nights ever.

    Don't rush into studying English at uni. Have a year out and do journalism. Honestly, your instinct is right.

    You're still friends with Craig, bloody idiot.

    Oh, and never, ever smoke weed before PE. You hear me?

    24 and 10 months.

    You should encourage a series of these! 🙂


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    Alex {Bump to Baby}
    9th July 2013 at 9:27 am

    Brilliant post Charlotte. I absolutely loved it.
    I've linked up with you:

    Alex ♡

    • Reply
      Charlotte Louise Taylor
      18th July 2013 at 3:02 pm

      Thank you so much sweetheart. I've really enjoyed reading everyone's posts so far! xx

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    Karen BubbaBabble
    9th July 2013 at 10:03 am

    This is fab. I smiled and laughed. Really loved it.

    • Reply
      Charlotte Louise Taylor
      18th July 2013 at 3:03 pm

      Thank you lovely Karen. It was quite fun to write actually. Looking back at how dramatic I could be! xx

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    Jaime Oliver
    12th July 2013 at 10:26 am

    love this Charlotte! i might have ago at this!

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    Sara Murray
    12th July 2013 at 5:56 pm

    Love this! Might have to have a go… But as I turn 40 this year, there's quite a lot to tell me 🙂 And you are definitely more sorted at 25 than I was! Great post x #PoCoLo

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      Charlotte Louise Taylor
      18th July 2013 at 3:06 pm

      I hope you do Sara. And thank you – but I'm quite a dullard really! 25 going on 50! xx

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    Judith Kingston
    14th July 2013 at 5:27 am

    So witty and so wise! All the choices 15 year old you made led you to the wonderful place you are today, so as you say, no point in regrets or dire warnings. I love the pop-culture references that 15yo you won't get. 😀

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      Charlotte Louise Taylor
      18th July 2013 at 3:07 pm

      Thank you lovely! Definitely no point in regrets. It doesn't change anything for you does it? And yes – made me chuckle when I realised my 15 year-old self would be clueless to that! xx

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    Nicola LifeThroughMyEyes
    14th July 2013 at 12:11 pm

    Amazing letter sweetie. As you know you convinced me to join in and I have added my link. Nicola Xx

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    Tori Wel
    14th July 2013 at 5:13 pm

    What an absolutely brilliant idea! And a really wonderfully written letter to yourself. I've got quite a few years to cover in comparison to you but I notice that there are 15 days before the link closes. You really have made some great choices in your life – well done 🙂 Thank you for linking to PoCoLo xx

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      Charlotte Louise Taylor
      18th July 2013 at 3:08 pm

      Thank you Tori. I hope you manage to do one – would love to read it! And thank you – I'm very content with my little lot. Especially my little W! xx

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    Emma Kershaw
    17th July 2013 at 9:45 pm

    What a fab idea, loved reading your letter and I've joined in and added my link 🙂 xx

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    claire s
    18th July 2013 at 2:23 pm

    Charlotte this is a fantastic post, and it made me do one to my 15year old self too!
    Ive added my link to the links up above, i would love to add everyone elses buttons to the bottom of my post on the blog, do you have the code that you could share?
    Thanks so much!

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    Charlotte Louise Taylor
    18th July 2013 at 3:06 pm

    Thanks Hayley. I did too. It was soothing to know that everything did work out okay! xx

  • Reply
    18th July 2013 at 9:25 pm

    This is such a great post to write, I have finally plucked up the courage to write one for myself! 🙂 xx

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