The Beauty of Teens

The Human Rights Warrior

Photo credit to my son Sevrin Photo taken by (and used with permission from) my son Sevrin at his high school sailing team practice.

As I write this, there are seven teens asleep in my basement.  My son and his friends came back from their high school dance in high spirits last night. Laughing and joking loudly, they boisterously descended on my kitchen, devouring everything within reach (even some chips that I thought I had hidden pretty well).  These guys were the human equivalent of an invading colony of army ants, foraging insatiably through my refrigerator.

Now these boy-men are dead to the world, asleep in a puppy pile on my basement floor.  And I have to be honest – I am loving every single thing about these teens.   In fifteen plus years of parenthood, I have grown accustomed to – perhaps, in some ways, inured to – the many and diverse aspects of wonder in…

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Most girls my age or at least in the main teen genre want something to make them feel better about their body and become more confident. So they send nudes. But, my friends, let me tell you about this not so cool experience for a girl and her first time. 

It was freshman year, 2013-14. She was in her math class with some popular people who she just disregarded as douche bags. Especially the two boys who sat behind her. The boy on the right and left. Now the boy on the right she’s had a past with. Nothing to romantic but just… deep stuff. The boy on the left she’s been going to school with ever since first grade. Their parents were friends and so they would occasionally see each other outside of school. That same boy she had sent “pics” to and later learned to regret it, hard. The message said nothing about him saving it and nothing about screen shotting it so she assumed she was safe. 

Well almost one whole year later the boy on the right texts her and says he has her nudes and he took them from the boy on the left but deleted them off of left boys phone. She wasn’t too happy and asked him to delete it and all he could say was how good she looked and that he never knew she “had a body so fine.” Every time she asked to delete them he would say “don’t you trust me?” And she would say “not with my nudes!” And every time she would say something about them that wasn’t saying no to him keeping it he would say “so I can keep them right?” And he asked that over and over again. Eventually she got him to delete them completely off his phone and any other device he had. But she’s still not sure if he truly did. If she trusted him enough to believe him when he said he deleted them entirely why can’t she trust him hoping that he hadn’t lied to her? 


Clown Face

So I’m walking onto my second bus to go home and I look into the first seat where I usually sit and I see these three girls sitting there with makeup clearly misplaced on their face. One girl has pink lipstick all around her mouth. One has eyeliner filling in their eyebrows and lining the bottom of her eye by maybe 2 inches. The last girl has white eye shadow around her mouth and forehead. I just wanted to take these girls home and throw makeup wipes at them so they could become less hideous. And the weird part is is that they were bragging about how good their makeup looks. And they were being serious. Like can I murder them? Just a bit?