I've blogged before about how tumultuous adolescence was as a girl. I'll stand behind it... it's still true. But tonight as I was at Book Club, several of us shared experiences of times as an adult when girls have been just as brutal.
WHY? For the love of God... WHY?
Whether in organized events (read= organized meanness), social clubs (read= social meanness), or just as friends who say and do mean things (read= meanness), it appears that it's universal... girls are mean to other girls. Apparently Tyra did a show about it. We've talked about it. I've blogged about it... so why do we do it?!?!?!?
I know why-- Insecurity. Jealousy.... oh, wait, that goes back to insecurity.
Tell me, ladies... what were some moments that you remember where people tore you down? And, on the flip side, what were moments where people built you up? I'll start... my first big memory of being torn down was 6th grade when people called me "Big Butt Becky" supposedly behind my back. But I heard them. And, no, I don't think it's funny if you call me that now. I will not laugh. I will possibly even cry. From that drama, a special teacher built me back up by pouring into me that I was a leader and could make a difference. I bought it- hook, line, and sinker.
Now, it's your turn. Seriously... welcome to group therapy. Share your pivotal moments here: