I was never a "mean girl" in high school. I was lucky, actually, to rarely feel pressures to 'fit in' or the need to worship the 'popular girls.' I was confident in the fact that I may not be 'hot' or 'pretty' but that I was going places.A lot has changed since high school... I lost my baby fat and learned how to wear make-up. I take pride in my body not because it's perfect but because it works and it's probably not going to get much better than it is today. I am finally a confident chick who feels attractive.
About 6 months ago, me and my boyfriend of nearly two years broke up. About a week before I came home I found out about his new girlfriend. When I finally found out who she was, I stalked her myspace photos. I'm not proud of it... but immediately I was comforted by the fact that I believed I was prettier than her. I thought it made me happy... I had "won" the break-up in some way... but then I became extremely disappointed in myself.
How can women complain about standards of beauty when we constantly rip each other to shreds? Why did I get so much enjoyment over dissecting a girl I never even met because I have (and will likely always have) some silly boy insecurities? I wish I could apologize for my horrible inner monologue! I'm not alone here. I hear women talk about other women's styles, weight gains, 'prettiness', etc... all the time! I constantly am told that "women don't dress for men, they dress for other women" (uh... what ever happened to dressing for OURSELVES?). I challenge you all (and myself) to stop 'mean girl'-ing the women in our lives (or not, in my case).... It's time to band together. Support women around you and find beauty in them. Compliment strangers. Accept beauty without competition. Mostly, don't be a girl who you don't want to see in the mirror... cause that's not a good look for anyone.
<3Dani









