‘Cause I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me
She wanted desperately to be cool. To be funny and popular and to be liked by everyone (some things never change),she just wanted to fit in. To be just like everyone else.
She hated being the girl without a dad with a somewhat crippled mother who was poor and only got to go on school excursions when the teachers somehow convinced her mother that it wasn’t charity to let the school pay.
She wanted so much to be anyone else. To be prettier, to be thinner, to be the girl the guys wanted and importantly she wanted to know how to cure herself of her curse of frizzy hair.
But she wasn’t cool.
She wasn’t popular.
She certainly wasn’t the girl teenage boys fantasies revolve around.
What was she?
Funny in an offbeat way.
And for the most part kind.
She liked History and films and Shakespeare.
She talked far too much.
She can’t hear a song without dancing to it and yet she couldn’t tell you the name of the band singing it.
But most of all she was and still is resilient.
She had and still has the ability to bounce back regardless of what knocks her down.
She was and is positive, upbeat and happy.
She’s a survivor and that’s wayyyy better than being cool.
Linking up with the lovely Josefa for Conversations over Coffee- Conversations with a Teenager.