Bethanielle

The Summer I Turned Pretty is more than just a summer romance filled with drama and fluttering feelings.

I’m diving into a series that’s stolen my heart, The Summer I Turned Pretty. Based on Jenny Han’s novels, this show is like a perfect summer day, sunshine, beach waves, and just the right amount of heart-tugging drama.

I binged it on Amazon Prime when I needed an escape from corporate life also college life, and let me tell you, it felt like slipping back into my teenage years, when every summer felt like a new chapter. I knew I love this series since I found the bookset in bookstore. Like i can feel it, they called me like, “….pick me, adopt me, read me…” it yanked me straight back to my awkward teen memories, where every flip-flop step felt like the start of an epic adventure.

At its core, the series follows Isabel “Belly” Conklin’s transformative summers at Cousins Beach, entangled in the intricate affections of the Fisher brothers, Conrad and Jeremiah. Yet, beyond this central love triangle lies a wealth of timeless wisdom, particularly resonant for teenagers and young adults navigating the labyrinth of self-discovery. What begins as an idyllic seaside sojourn evolves into a poignant meditation on love, personal evolution, and the intricate dance of relationships.

It’s the kind of show that hits you right in the nostalgia, especially if you’re a teen or young adult still figuring out your own Cousins Beach. So, pour yourself an iced coffee (extra splash of vanilla or fresh milk and a pinch of salt, trust me), and let’s unpack these life lessons with a dash of my over-the top excitement….. because, guys, I’m obsessed and I need you to feel it too. Hehe, sorry not sorry. Hopefully, it’ll spark something real in you.

Hopefully, it’ll hit home for you too!

Here are some lessons we can take away :

1. Love Is Not Just About Feelings, But Also Timing and Courage

Love in The Summer I Turned Pretty is portrayed with raw authenticity, full of confusion, hope, and sometimes pain. The love triangle between Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah teaches us that love isn’t always straightforward.

Sometimes, we love someone at the wrong time, or those feelings come with uncertainty. More importantly, the series reminds us that love requires courage to be honest with ourselves and others, and courage to accept that not all love stories unfold as we hope.

Remember that scene where everything hangs in the air, unspoken? Yeah, it wrecked me, because it screamed ;

Love isn’t a straight shot, it’s a detour full of “what ifs” that teach you to trust your gut.

The delicate interplay among Belly, the introspective Conrad, and the effervescent Jeremiah lays bare the truth that romantic entanglements are rarely linear paths.

Feelings may ignite with fervent intensity, only to clash against the unforgiving currents of circumstance: a mismatched moment, an unspoken doubt, or the quiet terror of vulnerability. The series, with its unflinching authenticity, underscores a vital imperative ;

True love necessitates the bravery to confront one’s innermost truths and extend that honesty to others.

Equally poignant is the grace required to release a connection that refuses to align with our deepest yearnings.

Lesson for us : Listen to your heart, but don’t be afraid to ask yourself,

“What do I truly need right now?”

Sometimes, waiting for the right moment or letting go is the truest form of love. Also sometimes, the bravest love is hitting pause, waiting for the stars to align, or even waving goodbye. It’s okay if it stings that’s how you learn to love without losing yourself.

2. Growth Means Embracing Change, Even When It Hurts

Belly’s journey from a naive teenager to someone beginning to grasp life’s complexities forms the pulsating heartbeat of the narrative. The summer at Cousins Beach isn’t just about vacation; it’s about how she learns to accept change, in herself, her family, and her relationships. There are moments when she must face the reality that not everything stays the same, like her bond with her mother or Conrad’s elusive feelings.

She grapples with the dissolution of those familiar certainties, the evolving dynamic with her steadfast yet complex mother, Laurel, whose tough (love armor) think sharp words over morning coffee that cut deep but always circle back to fierce protection. It pushes Belly to confront her own vulnerabilities without a safety net, teaching her that even the strongest anchors can shift with the tides. Or the enigmatic veil shrouding Conrad’s sentiments, pulling her into a dance of doubt and desire.

And here’s the exhale we’ve all been waiting for: at the end, Belly finally chooses herself, ditching the endless tug-of-war of hearts and expectations to run away to Paris in a bold, solo leap that feels like pure, electric freedom. It’s running toward the unknown, and god, does it pay off. That choice? Spot-on. Away from the Cousins Beach echo chamber where she’s always leaned on Laurel’s guiding hand, the Fisher boys’ gravitational pull, or even Taylor’s hype squad to steer her ship, Belly blooms in the City of Light.

She stumbles through crepe fueled mornings and Seine side soul searching, piecing together who she is without the script from those around her confidence as hell, owning her quirks, her dreams, her messy heart. No more orbiting others’ orbits; this is her charting the map, one defiant step at a time. It’s the ultimate mic-drop on dependence, whispering that sometimes, the greatest love story starts when you ghost the drama and ghostwrite your own epic. Heart eyes, every time.

Lesson for us :

Change is a part of life. Sometimes, we must let go of the past to make room for a new version of ourselves. Though it may feel bitter, that’s where we find the strength to grow.

Change isn’t a villain it’s the plot twist that forces you to level up. It hurts like hell to let go of the old you, the easy summers, the illusions. But lean into it, cry it out if you need to, because on the other side? That’s where your roots dig deeper, and you bloom into someone fierce. You’ve got this. I promise.

3. Family and Friendship Are Anchors in Life’s Storms

Okay, let’s talk anchors, because amid all the swoony drama, it’s the people who make this show feel like a warm hug from home. Belly’s got her rock-solid crew: her mom Laurel, who’s all tough-love exterior hiding a mama-bear heart that’d move mountains for her kids; Taylor, the bubbly bestie who’s equal parts chaos and loyalty, dragging Belly out of her funks with one killer playlist and zero judgment; and don’t get me started on Steven, Belly’s big bro, who’s got that protective sibling vibe dialed up to 11, teasing her mercilessly one minute, then showing up like a knight in baggy board shorts when she needs backup.

Then there’s the Fishers: Susannah’s effortless grace wrapping everyone in unconditional love, even as her own storms brew. From Laurel’s no-BS pep talks that cut through Belly’s teen haze (“Kiddo, life’s too short for half measures, fight for what matters”), to Taylor’s fierce “I’m here, spill it all” energy that reminds you real friends don’t bail during the ugly cries, these sidekicks aren’t just backdrop. I love their characters!

They’re the glue!! Steven’s eye-rolls at the romance? They’re his way of saying, “I’ve got your back, sis. Always,” teaching us that family isn’t perfect, but it’s yours. And Susannah? Her quiet wisdom in the face of fading summers hits like a wave,

“Hold on tight to the ones who make you feel seen.”

Amid the romantic drama, the series highlights Belly’s relationships with her mother, Laurel, her best friend, Taylor, and the Fisher family. Conflicts arise, but the bonds of family and friendship remain a safe haven. Laurel, though sometimes stern, shows deep love through her protective actions. Taylor, with her lively yet loyal spirit, reminds us that true friends stand by us, even when we make mistakes.

Lesson for us :

Cherish the people who are always there for you, even when you’re lost in your own emotions. They remind you that you’re never alone.

In the middle of your own heart-hurricanes, cling to those ride-or-dies — the ones who text at 2 a.m., brew your coffee just right, or call you out with love. They’re your reminder that solo voyages suck; you’re never truly adrift with them in your corner. Call one today. Seriously.

4. Learning to Forgive, Including Yourself

Nobody’s a saint in Cousins Beach, and that’s the magic. Belly’s rash choices? Conrad’s emotional fortress that leaves everyone guessing? Jeremiah’s golden boy mask cracking under hidden hurts? It’s all so human, so us.

The show doesn’t sugarcoat the fallout betrayals sting, words wound but it whispers that forgiveness is the secret sauce to moving forward. Belly’s tentative steps toward mending fences, especially with herself after those “why did I do that?” regrets? It’s cathartic, like exhaling after holding your breath too long. Laurel’s arc adds this layer too. Her stern edges softening as she forgives her own past slips, modeling that even moms mess up and rebuild. Taylor’s quick-to-laugh forgiveness? It’s her superpower, pulling Belly back from self-doubt spirals with a simple, “Girl, we’re all works in progress high-five for trying.”. Belly learns to forgive those who hurt her, and more importantly, she learns to forgive herself for her confusion and missteps.

Many characters in the series make mistakes Belly with her impulsive decisions, Conrad with his guarded nature, or Jeremiah with his way of hiding pain. Yet, the series teaches that forgiveness is part of healing.

Lesson for us :

We all make mistakes. it’s human. Forgiving others is important, but don’t forget to forgive yourself. You’re learning, and that’s enough.

We’re all stumbling through this, impulsive texts, walls we build too high, pains we bury. Forgiving others? Vital. But the real game-changer? That gentle “it’s okay, you’re human” you give your reflection. Cut yourself slack, you’re not broken, just evolving. One deep breath, one “I forgive me,” and watch the weight lift.

5. Summers End, But Memories Last Forever

The title nails it that one summer where Belly turns pretty, not just on the outside, but in the fierce, flawed way she starts owning her story. It’s packed with stolen kisses, bonfire laughs, and those knife-twist goodbyes that make you ugly cry into your pillow (I do!) . But here’s the gut-punch truth : Seasons shift, beaches empty out, but the echoes? They stick. Steven’s goofy volleyball antics become the inside jokes that bond you forever, Taylor’s wild dance parties etch joy into your bones. Even the heartbreaks fade into wisdom, like Susannah’s fading smiles teaching you to chase joy while it’s hot.

Soak it up : the belly laughs that leave you sore, the tears that taste like ocean salt, the confusing crushes that rewrite your heart. They’re not endings; they’re chapters fueling the badass you’re becoming. What’s your summer right now?

Lesson for us :

Savor every second of your youth. The tears, laughter, and even the confusion you feel now are part of the story shaping a stronger you in the future.

6. “I’m right here, not going anywhere”

In the end, #TeamConrad wins! But let’s zoom in first on the heart wrenching core of Belly’s journey that leaves you with all the feels : her relationship with Conrad, that brooding bad boy who’s like a magnet and a thorn in your thumb all at once. Their story is an emotional storm that drains you completely, making you flip between adorable frustration where you wanna chuck the remote and yell, “Just say it already, Conrad! Belly’s been waiting since she was a kid!”

Every stolen glance, every word caught in their throats it’s like running a marathon on scorching sand, exhausting, but for some reason, you can’t look away. Conrad with his thick ice walls, hiding his feelings behind that crooked smirk and eyes dark as a starless night, forces Belly and us as viewers to work overtime chasing the shards of his heart. There are these tiny moments, like when he softly sings in the car or holds Belly’s hand in a crowd, that suddenly squeeze your chest with heartbreaking tenderness, it’s like a warm hug in a downpour, reminding you that,

beneath the chaos, there’s a love so deep, grown from those childhood years chasing each other on the beach.

What amps up the energy drain in this relationship is the timing that’s always off-kilter, like a watch that’s two minutes fast but still makes you late for that crucial meeting. Belly’s blooming, full of that fiery teen energy wanting everything now, while Conrad? He’s like a shipwreck learning to swim again, too tangled up wrestling his personal demons, from family pressures to shadows of the past, to give Belly space without second-guessing.

The cuteness overload hits when Belly finally musters the courage to confess, and Conrad takes a step back, eyes sparkling but mouth sealed shut. “Why do you always do this?!” we wanna scream, but at the same time, it’s so touching because we know, behind that cool facade, Conrad’s shielding Belly from the storm he’s barely surviving himself.ace without second-guessing.

Remember that dance party scene? When he pulls her into the corner, whispering half-hearted words loaded with hidden meaning. That’s the peak, a whirlwind of frustration and quiet awe that has tears streaming down your face before you even realize. Their bond is like a ballad with beautiful lyrics but a rhythm that wears you out, and that’s exactly why we fall for it :

Proof that real love isn’t always easy, but damn, it’s worth the battle.

And honestly, amid the emotional burnout that makes you wanna hit pause and take a deep breath, there’s this layer of poignancy that makes it all feel… priceless!! Conrad isn’t just Belly’s first crush. He’s the mirror showing her wild, vulnerable side, the one that’s always been pigeonholed as the “little sister” by everyone else. Every near-touch, their hands brushing on the dock, or when Conrad patiently teaches Belly to play the violin despite his trembling fingers…. feels like watching two souls that fit perfectly, fumbling to assemble the puzzle without a guide.

The frustrating cuteness? Belly’s innocent overthinking, sending mixed signals that leave Conrad even more bewildered. But the heart-melter? When he finally cracks open, sharing fragments of his fears with her, and Belly responds with a hug that screams, “I’m right here, not going anywhere.” It’s not some instant happily-ever-after, but a silent promise that they’re growing together, even if the road’s twisty and tiring.

This relationship teaches us,

…..true love isn’t always fireworks. Sometimes it’s a slow burn that leaves you stronger, more empathetic, and yeah, way more ready for whatever comes next.

The Summers of Our Lives

The Summer I Turned Pretty isn’t just a show. It’s a mirror of our youth full of “what now?” whispers. Vibrant, yet filled with confusion and questions. It invites us to embrace it all with an open heart.

So, spill what’s the “summer” you’re living through — the love that’s timing you wrong, the change that’s got you reeling, the crew that’s got your back?

Eventhough i live in country that has no summer, but don’t get me wrong I know how it feels like hehehe.

So, what’s the summer of your life right now? What are you learning from your days, the people around you, or your own heart? Take a moment to reflect, and remember,

every season of your life is part of the beautiful story you’re writing.

What’s your favorite lesson? Hit me I’m all ears (and feels). 💛

With Love,

He was a strong, hardworking man who never failed to put food on our table. But emotionally, he was like a glass wall, transparent yet untouchable.

Picture a home filled with the sound of children’s laughter, the comforting aroma of my mother’s cooking, but in the corner of the living room, an empty chair that seems to whisper, “I’m here, but not truly present.” That was my childhood with my father. He was a strong, hardworking man who never failed to put food on our table. But emotionally, he was like a glass wall, transparent yet untouchable. Heart-to-heart talks? Rare. A hug when I woke up crying from a nightmare? Almost nonexistent.

In psychological terms, this is called emotional unavailability a pattern where someone struggles to express or respond to emotions, often because of their own past traumas, like a cold upbringing or the weight of life’s pressures.

I vividly remember my teenage years, feeling an emptiness every time I tried to share stories about school. My father would nod, but his eyes seemed to look elsewhere, lost in his own burdens. Psychologists like Sue Johnson, in her Emotionally Focused Therapy, explain that this absence can create a cycle of insecurity in relationships, leaving children craving validation that never comes. I felt it : I became a perfectionist, always seeking external approval because inside, there was a gaping void. Reflecting on this, I asked myself, “Why should I carry this weight forever? Does forgiving mean forgetting?” No, dear friends.

Forgiving doesn’t erase memories; it frees the soul.

My journey to forgive my father began with understanding. I learned to see him not as a villain but as a human, shaped by his own upbringing. Perhaps my grandfather was the same, a chain unbroken. I ever read some book said,

Forgiveness starts with empathy for others, which then turns inward.

I began journaling, “Dad, I forgive you because you didn’t know how to love me the way I needed. You gave the best you could.” Those words were like a balm, healing wounds that had bled silently for years.

From there, I reconnected with self-compassion, a gentle love for myself, soft like morning dew. I learned to speak to myself as I would a dear friend, “You are worthy of love, even if Dad couldn’t show it.” Mindfulness practices, like short morning meditations, helped me cultivate the security I’d been missing.

I ever read book that i forgot the tittle said internal security (secure attachment) can be rebuilt in adulthood, through healthy relationships with others or even with ourselves. I created small rituals, READING BOOK on trauma healing, walking in the park while listening to soothing music, and most importantly, letting myself cry without shame.

Tht’s why i love reading so much. I started read when i was 6, cause i have nobody at home when my parents go to work. I have a nanny to take care of me, but she always made me alone.

Now, my relationship with my father is no longer steeped in resentment. We talk more often, still awkwardly at times, but there’s a new warmth growing from forgiveness. And more beautifully, I feel safer within myself like a tree with strong roots, no longer swaying with every external breeze.

I don’t know who need to read this but if you’re in same boat, remember :

forgiveness is a gift to yourself, not to them.

Start with one small step, reflect, and let self-compassion wrap you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Thank you for reading this piece of my heart. I may not feel fully at ease diving too deeply into my father’s story, but I’d love for you to share your own experiences in the comments. We heal together through our stories🌸

He was a strong, hardworking man who never failed to put food on our table. But emotionally, he was like a glass wall, transparent yet untouchable.

Picture a home filled with the sound of children’s laughter, the comforting aroma of my mother’s cooking, but in the corner of the living room, an empty chair that seems to whisper, “I’m here, but not truly present.” That was my childhood with my father. He was a strong, hardworking man who never failed to put food on our table. But emotionally, he was like a glass wall, transparent yet untouchable. Heart-to-heart talks? Rare. A hug when I woke up crying from a nightmare? Almost nonexistent.

In psychological terms, this is called emotional unavailability a pattern where someone struggles to express or respond to emotions, often because of their own past traumas, like a cold upbringing or the weight of life’s pressures.

I vividly remember my teenage years, feeling an emptiness every time I tried to share stories about school. My father would nod, but his eyes seemed to look elsewhere, lost in his own burdens. Psychologists like Sue Johnson, in her Emotionally Focused Therapy, explain that this absence can create a cycle of insecurity in relationships, leaving children craving validation that never comes. I felt it : I became a perfectionist, always seeking external approval because inside, there was a gaping void. Reflecting on this, I asked myself, “Why should I carry this weight forever? Does forgiving mean forgetting?” No, dear friends.

Forgiving doesn’t erase memories; it frees the soul.

My journey to forgive my father began with understanding. I learned to see him not as a villain but as a human, shaped by his own upbringing. Perhaps my grandfather was the same, a chain unbroken. I ever read some book said,

Forgiveness starts with empathy for others, which then turns inward.

I began journaling, “Dad, I forgive you because you didn’t know how to love me the way I needed. You gave the best you could.” Those words were like a balm, healing wounds that had bled silently for years.

From there, I reconnected with self-compassion, a gentle love for myself, soft like morning dew. I learned to speak to myself as I would a dear friend, “You are worthy of love, even if Dad couldn’t show it.” Mindfulness practices, like short morning meditations, helped me cultivate the security I’d been missing.

I ever read book that i forgot the tittle said internal security (secure attachment) can be rebuilt in adulthood, through healthy relationships with others or even with ourselves. I created small rituals, READING BOOK on trauma healing, walking in the park while listening to soothing music, and most importantly, letting myself cry without shame.

Tht’s why i love reading so much. I started read when i was 6, cause i have nobody at home when my parents go to work. I have a nanny to take care of me, but she always made me alone.

Now, my relationship with my father is no longer steeped in resentment. We talk more often, still awkwardly at times, but there’s a new warmth growing from forgiveness. And more beautifully, I feel safer within myself like a tree with strong roots, no longer swaying with every external breeze.

I don’t know who need to read this but if you’re in same boat, remember :

forgiveness is a gift to yourself, not to them.

Start with one small step, reflect, and let self-compassion wrap you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Thank you for reading this piece of my heart. I may not feel fully at ease diving too deeply into my father’s story, but I’d love for you to share your own experiences in the comments. We heal together through our stories🌸

I asked to my old self ‘do you wanna be like this, forever?’ that no matter how many times I keep asked and seek for any reasonable answers that can cure all my traumas or sadness, there’s nothing I could do instead of bringing myself to step forward and continue what I had to continue. Turns out, moving forward and step ahead will lead us getting close to found more little bits of joy and love that we never thought we do deserves it no matter what the past lives that we had.

The thought of disappearing is comforting.

It’s not about running from my problems, nor is it about wanting to be forgotten. It’s about finding peace in solitude — about allowing myself to breathe without the pressure of being someone to anyone else. When I disappear, I am free. Free to think, to feel, to exist without the need for validation. I can read, sleep, take long walks, or simply sit in silence, away from the weight of everything I carry.

Self-isolation has always been my way of coping.

It’s how I reset, how I reclaim the parts of myself that get lost in the noise of everyday life. The world never stops moving, never stops asking for more. But when I disappear, I can press pause. I can remind myself that I am still here — that I still matter, even when no one is looking.

The act of learning how to be kinder to yourself isn’t that easy as its says. It might took forever to finally stepped into the moment when you can embrace all the traumas, the worst nightmares, the pain, and all the sorrow you’ve had been through alone. But, you have to believe that time will makes it worth in the end. There will always be some joys and love that surrounds you to keep you stay alive and be grateful for anything that you’ve been carrying through this far.

The idea that not knowing, and simply allowing yourself to float, can be a kind of release — freeing you from the pressure of always having to have answers or a clear path. Sometimes the constant striving, the relentless need for direction, can be more exhausting than just embracing the moment as it is. There’s something serene in letting go of control, in trusting that, even without a plan, you’re still part of the world’s rhythm. It’s like a quiet surrender to the uncertainty, a way of finding peace in the unknown.

Because pain is contagious.

Because silence is suffocating.