confessions of a blogger by maggie royce
I’m one of those “teenage style bloggers.” Yes, one of those girls. There are thousands of us on the Internet, writing our thoughts for everyone to read. But I’m just a smidgen different, as I started out at the end of third grade, age nine. My story started out the summer after I moved to North Carolina, and friends were gone on vacation. I had nothing better to do with my time and was terribly bored. Somehow, it lead to my dad set up a page on the World Wide Web to share what I was doing with friends back in Texas.
That one website covered in bright pink and purple hearts has soon grown on to be one of my favorite things in the whole world. I’d always wanted to keep up with writing a diary so this was ideal. While the background has changed dramatically, the idea of it all has stayed the same: I have an opinion and people are actually going to hear it. People way too often tell me my childhood has been wasted. “You never did normal teen things,” “You’re exposed to too much,” and the one that makes me laugh the hardest, “You never had a real childhood.” These are ignorant statements that I will disagree with, smile, and move on. Even though I take it with a grain of salt, I can’t help but wonder where they were at age 14? You were probably passionate about something whether it be art, a sport, or maybe a boy band. Blogging is my passion. It’s funny how people think I share everything on the Internet, but I don’t. People don’t realize that technology defines the generation of teens (also known as Generation Z) and using it for good is the least of our worries. When I was in the third grade (right when I started my blog), I was diagnosed with a disorder in my legs. That disorder led me to surgery in February, and a recovery lasting over six months. During that time, having a
space to vent on the Internet was not only therapeutic for myself, but for others. I have received emails from other girls with similar problems, telling me how I have impacted them. It is one of the most amazing feelings in the world.
When you put yourself and your opinions and feelings out there on the Internet, people will react. As a teen, other teens will react. I’ve been obligated to tell my closest friends although most of them have been a long for this crazy ride since the beginning. But in school? I rarely tell anyone I blog unless they really know me. In the past, I’ve tried, but it leads to jealousy, something middle school teenagers are infamously known for. Recently, people at my school have been finding out, which is weird, as if my “Hannah Montana wig” has come off. It has led to being called “A nobody at school but yet a somebody online,” something a girl doesn’t want to hear. It now sets me apart and my peers realize that I’m not “common” or “basic,” which I’m grateful for. The common teenager would never have met such influencing people, interacted with amazing brands, or wrote for a few different magazines. I would never have ever been able to have the courage to meet such opinionated friends who just happen to be a few (or six) years older. Tweeting a simple question out and having so many people respond makes me realize that I have people out there who support me, even when I don’t support myself. The experiences I’ve had both virtually and in real life are beyond me. From being printed in a national magazine, to talking to people and handing out my business card, it all makes me so unbelievably happy. So go put yourself out there to criticism, you never could ever know what’s going to happen. issue no. 21 | 103