Love Letter to Mean Girls

This post was originally published by biscuit magazine. You can read it here.
 
Dear Mean Girls,

Ten years. Wow. I mean we’ve been through so much! Laughs, tears, cheese fries….

I just wanted to thank you for everything that you’ve done. I mean, you taught me it was ok to be new, to not know anyone, and that I wasn’t the only one who tried too hard.

What I love about you is that you have no boundaries. You’re invited to almost every movie party, it doesn’t matter who is there. My mum loves you like I do. In fact, you make her laugh almost as much as you make my sister laugh.

You’re ingrained into my conversations, into my life. My little sister is nicknamed Gretchen, although she’s OK with not wearing hoop earrings.

When I was growing up all I ever wanted was to fit in. When you first came along, I was 14, almost 15, and you made it easier. I mean, who would have thought that being really popular wouldn’t make me the happiest person in the world? You showed me that it wouldn’t.

As the girl that thought she didn’t fit, who always fell for guys she thought were out of her reach, and who literally would have done anything to be the person who was followed around by a crowd, I have to thank you. Having your perspective changed is a big thing and you totally helped me with that.

What I love about you is how relatable you’ve made people. You made it OK to be different, gay, geeky, smart, sporty, or a person with a lot of feelings. It’s so easy to forget that everyone in your life goes through stuff too; whether they’re a Plastic, a Cool Asian or a Mathlete. No one is perfect and everyone’s just trying to work it (even our parents). Sometimes people get it right and sometimes people get it wrong and you showed me that it’s a journey everyone needs to go through and that it will get easier and I will get better.

There hasn’t been anyone like you. Not before and not since you came into my life and made me laugh so hard that I thought I might wet myself. I love everything about you, how clichéd you are, the relationships you’ve created and talked about, and that you taught me that even no one, even Lindsay Lohan, shouldn’t wear pink miniskirts.

I always try to pick a favourite part of you, but I can’t. You’re just too good; great lines and fantastic people. You’ve created quotes relevant to every situation ever. You’re just perfect. Everyone went to school with each of those people, I knew a Regina, a Gretchen, an Aaron Samuels, a Janice, a Miss Norbury. Although if my teachers moon lighted I’m sure they couldn’t pull of any type of vest, let alone one as fabulous as Miss Norbury’s was.

I’d like to thank you for everything you’ve done. I can’t thank you enough. I can’t wait to share you with other people. My kids, my nieces and nephews, anyone (weirdos) who hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet.

Lots of love.

Thanks for being my best friend.

Alice Mod.

 

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