After being too consumed with the book Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli, I immediately decided to read the second book, Love, Stargirl. It was a diary, a collection of wonderful poems, amazing stories and letters of love of Stargirl to the boy she once loved. I am not yet done reading it, but I would like to share this particular letter she made to herself. I know most of us can relate to this.
Hey, you’re a big girl now. Stop being such a baby. You think you’re the only one who’s ever lost a boyfriend? Boyfriends are a dime a dozen. You want to talk loss, look at all the loss around you. How about the man in the red and yellow plaid scarf? He lost Grace. BELOVED WIFE. I’ll bet they were married over 50 years. You barely had 50 days with Leo. And you have the gall to be sad in the same world as that man.
Betty Lou. She’s lost the confidence to leave her house. Look at you. Have you ever stopped to appreciate the simple ability to open your front door and step outside?
And Alvina the floor sweeper – she hates herself, and it seems she’s got plenty of company. All she’s losing is her childhood, her future, a worldful of people who will never be her friends. How would you like to trade places with her?
Oh yes, let’s not forget the footshuffling guy at the stone piles. Moss-green pom-pom. What did he say to you? “Are you looking for me?” It seems like he hasn’t much, has he? Only… HIMSELF!
Now look at you, sniveling like a baby over some immature kid in Arizona who didn’t know what a prize he had, who tried to remake you into somebody else, who turned his back on you and left you to the wolves, who hijacked your heart and didn’t even ask you to the Ocotillo Ball. What don’t you understand about the message? Hel-loooo? Anybody home in there? You have your whole life ahead of you, and all you’re doing is looking back. Grow up, girl. There are some things they don’t teach you in homeschool.
Your Birth Certificate Self,