Sweet Sixteen

Oh, that beautiful, special, once-in-a-lifetime day marking the earth's sixteenth full revolution around the sun since I was presented to the world as an individual.  Here's what you need to know: I didn't have a party.  Basically.

No, the convention I'm actually here to complain about is the saying "Sweet Sixteen and never been kissed".  Thank goodness, no one's said that to me today.  Besides being pretty much totally meaningless, I only see problems coming from it, whether it's true or not.  I mean, who really thinks "It's such a wonderful feeling to be sixteen years old and to have never kissed a boy!  BEST THING EVER!!"

No actually I read something written by a girl who turned sixteen and hadn't been kissed.  So as she heard that saying thrown around she became determined to change that status of "kissless".  Every boy she dated she quickly kissed, to show them it was going well, until kissing became meaningless to her.  Why?  Maybe because of a useless little saying.

And then the girls who have been kissed.  OK.  There's this toddler who's kissed me many times.  He was one when he gave twelve-year-old me my first kiss.  And I don't care.  I mean, he's four.  How could I love him OR hate him for it?  But maybe there are other girls who feel guilty.  Who feel like they're impure because of what was probably innocent contact with someone they like.  It becomes an expectation, completely arbitrary, that fifteen-year-olds cannot kiss anyone.  Because... because... why?  The magical change that occurs on the sixteenth revolution around the sun since birth.

Here's the thing, girls.  If you haven't been kissed, don't sweat it and don't rush it.  If you have, you are not a slut, it happens when it does.

EVERYONE ELSE STOP SAYING THAT IT'S STUPID

ok I'm done now #endrant