Just remember, 30 years from now, it won't matter what you wore back then, how your hair looked like, how much your shoes cost, or who you dated. It's like, umm okay, you know? This is very contradicting for me to say, because well, I'm insecure. And I DO care how my hair looks like and such. What can I say? I suck.
But yeah, it gets better. They laugh at you today. YOU laugh at them tomorrow. It's all good.
Oh yeah, I get made fun of liking Britney Spears. Umm okay, I like other things too. I would always say "I don't make fun of what YOU like. So don't make fun of mine." But it has stopped finally. I don't know what happened. Things change, I guess.