Suggest a correction. From the top of my head, I can think of four moments in my life, before the age of 12, when someone crossed a line with me. Follow us. I could see them clawing at their skin, lashing out at others, trying everything they could possibly dream up. In her world, she can listen to One Direction and hear all these songs about how great she is, and how much these cute non-threatening boys want to make her feel special. I woke up every day with an anchor on my chest.
I got better.
THIS Is Why You Should F***ing Love Teenage Girls
This is not abnormal. I went from a solid B student to barely passing. I love teenage girls because society loves to blame them for everything. Listen to America. At 15, the optimism in me had died.