Dear Internet,
I've never been the popular girl. The one who tosses her perfect hair, and smiles with her perfect teeth, and has a laundry list of perfect friends so long she never gets to the bottom of it. The one who has twelve bridesmaids at her wedding and was voted most likely to succeed by her sorority.
No. I've never been that girl. I'm more the cool loner girl. The girl with too many opinions. Odd clothing. Even odder music. And a very small circle of friends. Apparently because I'm intimating and unapproachable from what my bffs say.
Being that girl, the loner girl, is hard in the south where everyone has Greek letters and "sisters." Even harder when you come from a long line of perfect women like I do. Women who all are chairwomen of this and president of that.
That pressure, to be perfect and popular and fit in, is something I've always struggled with. Wanting simultaneously to be that girl yet hating it and rebelling against it all at the same time.
But having a circle of dependable, creative, supportive friends is something I've wanted. Longed for. It's just been hard to find in a city full of people I have little in common with. Because while I would like to be popular, I'd like to be popular with people I adore who adore me back.
And I finally did it. It took me 28 years, but looking around the dinner table at my birthday party I realized I had become that girl. My list might not be a mile long but my friends sure are perfect.
I couldn't help but crack open a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and toast to that.
Love,
Sara
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