No one said it was easy being a teenager. 18-year-old student Olivia Atkinson shares the perils and pluses of those all-important years.
Thirteen is more than just a number. It is the age we enter an entirely new realm of life. We wave goodbye to our childhood and welcome, although sometimes reluctantly, our teenage years. Face this with a sense of excitement and anticipation, or dread the next six years ahead, there is no doubt that being a teenager is a journey and for most of us, a bumpy ride.
I once attempted to convince myself that I would not go through the process. The process, in my eyes, encompassed all elements that made 13-to-19-year-olds a unique tribe. It was the transition from a carefree kid to a self-conscious emotional wreck. If I allowed the process into my life then I would become a stereotypical 14-year-old with stereotypical problems and everyone would view me in a stereotypical way.
Of course, I was just being silly. The process is and always will be inevitable. Concepts that were never given a second thought as a 12-year-old quickly became the centre of my world. Hot pink tracksuits were suddenly uncool, lips seemed naked without a bit of gloss, and boys had cooties, much to my surprise. Changes were daunting and being fired at me from every angle. I, like many, felt as though I had to cater for them. And so I knuckled down and began the process of creating Olivia 2.0.
The initial years were awkward. My mind became a camping ground for hundreds of insecurities and worries. The emotional side was generally too confusing to deal with so I focused on the controllable bits.