People are baffled as to why I enjoy Taylor Swift’s music so much. Here’s why – she gets it. She gets what it means to be the girl on the sideline watching the other girls being asked to dance – the Robin who does all the work while Batman reaps the glory, the go-to person for advice but never the first person on the invite list.
I’m not complaining. I can’t sit here and write “oh poor little me” nonsense because truth of the matter is I meet great people, make good friends wherever I go, and have whimsical fun (when I’m not working that is). However, I’m never going to be the “it” girl: The one people crush on. The one who is the life of the party. The one everyone looks at and thinks ‘she’s really something, ain’t she’.
I’m neutral. I’m Switzerland. A safe, comfortable zone. It’s just all la dee da instead of WOW! Frankly, I’m exhausted. I don’t want this bland title. I don’t want to be the “oh she’s cute but take a load of her friends” girl. I don’t want to look back on my youthful years and view them just as I do banana peels in the wastebasket. I want to be the belle of the ball for once and not the convenient pal who helps the belle of the ball pick out her outfit. What’s up with that?
Well, I have been undergoing a slow yet steady transformation. Shedding a pound or two per week is the main goal. I exercise, try out new activities, and am eating way healthier if that’s possible. Because I want to be the one who makes a guy feel pleasantly dizzy, to make him breathless. I’m nobody’s sidekick friend, I’m nobody’s consultant, I’m not kicking it behind the scenes. I’m it – the bling, dazzle, and pop. And once I drop all this unfortunate college weight and go back to my true form without losing my present self, watch out because I’m taking over (new look same me) and casting my sights only on those who understood me and made the effort to be a true friend.
Yes, I am living in a John Hughes movie. Or Taylor Swift’s ‘Teardrops on My Guitar’ music video. Or perhaps Teen Witch. Not sure. (Probably Teen Witch because Louise gets Brad at the end by being her wonderful self but minus the weird electric blue dress and the prairie window dancing. ) What I am sure of is that my time to shine has not come yet but I’m making it and believe me it will be a marvelous moment, my finest hour.
Snap snap and a big ol’ circle in yo face, you big wet hens.
