Sunday, 12 June 2011
Three quarters of the popular girls I went to high school with peaked 7 years ago. I absolutely love seeing them today. Or should I say – I love them seeing me.
When I began my all-girl high school almost a decade ago (ouch), I was pretty average on the popularity spectrum. I wasn't cool, and I wasn't a geek. My friends and I had a big enough group to warrant respect, but we weren't bitchy or slutty, so we didn't qualify as being part of the "cool" clique.
We were right in the middle of the social ladder – with really great times, nerd-level grades, and insanely cute boyfriends. And, even looking back today, we were very content. I wouldn't change a thing.
Unlike the girls of today who are dressing like mini Kardashians, we hadn't yet discovered the art of perfectly fitted clothing or precisely adjusted makeup. The Miraculous Push-Up bra wasn't invented yet and my ass was still what one would call a normal size for a white girl.
I would look at all the attitude-ridden popular girls and envy their style, their hair, their confidence. I was constantly attempting to find the right gel to keep my curly, puffy hair tamed, the right makeup to even out my skin, the right accessories to try and look my cutest. We wore uniforms and, looking back, thank God for that. I would have really been screwed if I had to add a wardrobe into the mix.
These girls had the bodies of college girls, when I was happy to finally put a little meat on my post-Junior High bones. They wore Mac makeup (what was that?). They went tanning (how can you tan indoors?) One girl had a tanning bed in her damn house. How was a mousy, little, puffy-haired pale girl like me going to compete with them?
After years of having my self-esteem kicked in the stomach when I saw their perfectly straightened, highlighted hair, or impeccable eyebrow shaping, or unnaturally tan skin, I finally started to come into myself.
I found the beauty of a padded bra, was introduced to Mac (who became a VERY good friend of mine over the years), and was able to transform my hair into actual curls using something called Frizz Ease (Thank you, John Frieda).
I felt better about myself. I looked good. I walked a little prouder. I wasn't as self-conscious or jealous.
The cool girls, however, still appeared to be feeling better than me. They still looked better than me. They still had an attitude. They did not seem self-conscious, and they sure as hell weren't jealous. As a matter of fact, they were bitchy as ever. I guess they liked being on top, and didn't want anyone coming close to stealing their thunder.
My best friend (whom I met on the very first day of high school) saw one of the nastiest girls from our graduating class last month. This girl had it all back in the day – looks, designer clothes, boobs (something I was much lacking). She could get any guy she wanted and befriend any girl in the school. She was tough enough to be scary and pretty enough to get away with it. But on this day, 7 years later, she sat in a hair salon carrying post-pregnancy fat and a wet towel wrapped around her head.
My best friend, on the other hand, had the opposite experience. She had just gotten her hair blown out with curls, and was walking with her head held high. She said the ex-queen-bee gave her a confused look as if to say, "I used to know you. How the hell did you get so pretty?"
I'll tell you how: Because karma is a bitch, bitch. If you want to be a rude, mean person throughout high school (or in life), then sooner or later it is going to catch up to you. And, according to Facebook pictures, it's caught up to most of my graduating class...big time.
Did you get much better looking since junior high or high school? Do you like to see that you've upgraded, while all the mean girls that looked down on you got worse looking?