As a teenager, I was consumed with the pursuit of being “cool.” I was a bright student who got along with everyone, yet I never quite fit in with the popular crowd. I was that familiar face they might call upon for homework help or extend an occasional invite to a party. It was a balancing act of awkwardness until I finally embraced my true self and stopped worrying about my social status. Thankfully, during those uncertain years, I forged a few incredible friendships that have stood the test of time.
Fast forward to today, and as a mother of three, I find myself chuckling at my younger self’s preoccupations. It’s not the light-hearted laughter of an easy joke, but more of a deep, heartfelt chuckle that stems from understanding the absurdity of my past worries. Nowadays, my days revolve around basic survival—dashing through meals, dressing little ones, and searching for elusive toys (and trust me, it’s always the Peppa Pig spaceship). If I could chat with my anxious teenage self, I’d share a few truths.
The Haircut That Haunts Me
Growing up in the ’90s, I experienced the infamous “Rachel” haircut phenomenon. In 1998, I caved to peer pressure and ended up with a “pob” inspired by Victoria Beckham. At just 15, I lacked the confidence to voice my preferences to the stylist, leading to a disaster that left me looking more like a character from “Home Improvement” than the chic celebrity I envisioned. As I slumped into my mom’s car, hood up and tears threatening to fall, I promised myself never to let anyone dictate my hairstyle again.
Fast-forward 18 years, and I often wish someone would take the reins on my hair—seriously, I’d even welcome a “Britney” moment! My current look is an unkempt “Mom of three” style: occasionally washed, rarely dried, and often styled in a hurried bun or resembling a tornado aftermath. Mornings are a race against the clock, prioritizing the basics—like ensuring my youngest wears socks and my oldest brushes his teeth. In the chaos, I’ve traded cool for simply looking presentable.
Fashion and Its Simplicity
Fashion was once a daunting battlefield for me, with the fear of judgment paralyzing my every clothing choice. Now, my criteria are much simpler: Is it clean? Does it match the weather? Did I wear it yesterday? Most of the time, I can confidently answer yes to all these questions.
One of my New Year’s resolutions was to prepare my outfits the night before, but life has a way of derailing even the best intentions. After family dinners turn into epic battles over bath time, I often lack the energy to lay out clothes for the next day. On those rare occasions when my kids settle down quietly, I wouldn’t dream of disturbing their peace.
I’ve grown to embrace my mom’s style, and if she offered me her clothes, I’d gladly accept. Her wardrobe has always been more fashionable than mine, and I find comfort in that. The silver lining of my disheveled approach to fashion is that when I do dress up, the compliments I receive make it all the more rewarding. On those rare days, I do it for myself, and it feels amazing.
Embracing Authenticity
I’ve accepted that I may never be “cool,” and I’m perfectly fine with that. I want my children to reach a similar realization because I can see how painful it is for them to change who they are to fit in. Watching them hide their beloved toys because a friend deemed them “babyish” or seeing their disappointment when teased about their favorite character’s T-shirt is tough.
So, in our household, we say no to cool. I wish to preserve the lightheartedness of childhood—stored alongside the joy of laughter and the delight of silly songs sung by Dad. I want my kids to carry that carefree spirit into their teenage years; I have a feeling they’ll need it.
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Summary
Reflecting on my teenage years in pursuit of coolness, motherhood has made me realize the insignificance of those worries. My focus has shifted from fitting in to embracing the chaos of parenting, where I prioritize the basics of everyday life. I’ve learned to value authenticity over trends and hope to instill this mindset in my children as they grow.