At its core, The Summer I Turned Pretty isn’t just about who Belly ends up with. It’s about capturing that elusive feeling of summer. You know the one: when the days are long, the nights are warm, and everything feels possible.
It’s about being sixteen, seventeen, eighteen—that age when every emotion feels like the most important thing in the universe. And you know what? The show makes you feel that way again, even if you’re thirty and sitting on your couch in pajamas. It’s a time machine, and I’m not mad about it.
The Uplifting Part (Told You It Was Coming!)
So here’s the truth, friend: life is messy. Love is messy. Figuring out who you are is the messiest thing of all. But this show whispers a little secret: that’s okay. You don’t have to choose between the Conrads and Jeremiahs of the world right away. You don’t have to have it all figured out.
The point is to show up for the summer—for the laughter, the tears, the bad karaoke, and the perfect sunsets. The point is to let yourself feel it all, even when it hurts. Because every beautiful, confusing, heart-stopping moment is what makes you you.
So go ahead. Rewatch the series for the fifth time. Cry over the soundtrack. Message your own best friend and plan a trip to the beach, even if it’s just a day trip. Let the magic of Cousins Beach remind you that you deserve a summer of turning pretty—not just on the outside, but in the way you love, in the way you laugh, and in the way you dare to dream.
Now, pass the popcorn. I think Jeremiah just smiled. Cue the Taylor Swift song.
