Dear Lizzie,
Please don't be alarmed, but I feel like we may be the same person. At the very least, we are meant to be best friends. Seriously, Miranda was kind of annoying, and she didn't even show up for your class trip to Italy all because of a family vacation. OK, Miranda.
I know I haven't seen you since your time as an international superstar in Rome, Italy, circa 2003, but I feel like everything you went through during middle school was an accurate representation of my experience.
Like, remember when you complimented yourself because you were full of brilliant ideas?
First of all, we both are full of great ideas, many of which go unnoticed, or maybe that was just middle school me. Second of all, your bandana in your hair is everything I wish I could have pulled off in middle school.
And then, there was that time when you went all "emo" and rebelled against your Mom and Dad.
I relate to this on so many levels, like, kindly parental units, chillax. I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm bad to the bone with my fake nose ring.
And honestly, what teenager doesn't wake up in the morning stressed out about finding the perfect outfit, and then being extremely disappointed when they find their closet is essentially empty.
We all know we're just trying to get the attention of the cute guy we have a major crush on (Ethan Craft, OMG), so it really sucked when the guy you fell for was into another girl.
And then you felt like a loser, so you cried about it with your crimped hair and aggressive scrunchie. (This was actually all Ronnie's fault. BYEEEE, Ronnie.)
But don't worry because you always bounced back, and you had some killer dance moves to prove it.
Some may make fun of your dancing skills; I say own it, girl.
And you want to know when I really felt like we were the same person? It was when I saw you singing into this hairbrush wearing that awful Jenny from the Block hat that I happened to have once owned myself.
Not loving the pants, but it's OK. I'll get past it.
Here's the one thing we didn't share: You had your own cartoon version of yourself that was equally as sassy.
Where was mine? Super bitter about it.
And lastly, when you perfectly summed up all of my emotions into one sentence.
Honestly, being a tween obsessed with Aaron Carter was a tough job. Of course, we were always hurt, tired and hungry. You, Lizzie, are literally me in a cooler form.
So in closing, I write to you because I honestly hope you and Gordo are off traveling the world or you have continued your superstar career in Rome with Isabella. Regardless, I miss you, and I hope we can meet again sometime soon.
Love always,
Your spirit animal/best friend, Caroline
