Yesterday's prompt for NaBloWriMo is: What advice would you give your fifteen-year-old self? I'm a day ahead, but I'm going to just go with that. Anyway, in that picture up there, I'm younger than 15, but you know, all those years seem to merge into each other for me now that I'm all old and, like...31. But anyway, what advice would I give my 15-year-old self? I'd say, "Trisha, you are not fat!"
I'd also tell myself, "And yeah, in some ways you're a dag but you are going to grow up and blossom and find your party pants and you are going to learn guitar and learn how to make songs (I know you don't believe me, but you are going to do it...and nobody's going to teach you, you're going to teach yourself)...and you are going to get serious about your writing, and you're going to write heaps of novels. I am not even kidding you here! You're going to travel the world - twice - and make heaps of friends around the globe. Oh, and believe it or not, you're going to find a wonderful guy. Basically, your life is going to turn out great."