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Nov 13, 201711:18 PM
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That Time You…Looked at Your Reflection Instead

What your Girl Crush is Blocking from View

It begins with her face, which is literally flawless. She doesn’t need makeup, but a good BB cream feels like velvet, so she wears it just for that luxury. Her eyes are a transfixing shade of blue with little gold specs, reserved only for Disney princesses, but magically she was designed with them. Her hair is shiny and buoyant and she has a knack for piling it into a messy bun in seconds, and rocks it. Of course she’s thin and has a rack that looks store bought but isn’t. And what’s worse, she’s a natural flirt. The kind that doesn’t know she’s a flirt – eye lashes at half mast, casual smile, giggles at everything. Guys trail her. Girls circle her. She basically charms the planet.

You hate her, right?

Because when you look at her, your pores are instantly gigantic. Your eyes are just eyes and when you apply mascara to make them something more, it always freaking goops. Your messy bun takes just as long to pull off as 15 minutes with a straightener, and you can’t even speak of the failed cleanse that was supposed to shed ten pounds or the disappointment that is your chest. As for flirting? You need Spark Notes for that.

But you’re secretly obsessed with her.

You wonder if she was born that way—just some fabulous newborn, superior to the other babies. Or maybe it’s learned behavior? Are there electives for savage queens that you missed? Maybe it’s hereditary and there’s an entire family like her: Mama Queen, Teenage Queen, Tween Queen, Kid Sister Queen. Let’s face it. They probably have a “Glam-ma” Queen killing it in the retirement home.  But more than anything, you study her. You notice the unexpected mules she pairs with cropped boot cuts. You analyze how she tilts her head when she laughs. She doesn’t look over her shoulder when she dances, and you marvel how giving zero shits can equate to such fabulousness.

She is beloved. And you continue to stare. Sound familiar?

If Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” had existed when I was at the peak of my younger, jaded feelings of inadequacy, I’d have wallowed in the song because of one particular girl. I’ll never forget her. It went beyond her looks. She had it all—adorably petite, trendy, top tier sorority, her pick of any guy in the frat house. Who she had was my college crush, a guy by whom I was completely whipped, that head-over-heels type of crush to which all future crushes would be measured. She drew envy from me—envy turned obsession. And as the song goes, I wanted “everything she (had), that smile and that midnight laugh she (was) giving (him).” It was her “magic touch” that captivated me most. She had power over everyone, especially me, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t even know I existed. But maybe, just maybe, if I could become her, like in “Girl Crush,” he would “want me just as much.” And everyone else would too, right?

Wrong. Obviously.

That whole bizarre triangle was tragic, but faking myself is a glossed over description of how far I fell victim to the girl crush. The truth is that I didn’t want me as much. Somehow I had stopped looking at me and only looked at everyone else. The effect was that I couldn’t see my own magic touch, suffocating under layers of jealousy.

This is a classic weakness in human nature, though. We look out instead of in. We see what we aren’t instead of who we are. We study someone else instead of ourselves, and we miss entirely that someone is watching us. Right this minute you’re a girl crush and you don’t even know it.

What’s wrong with us?

Imagine if you were your girl crush? Imagine if you had the guts to say in the mirror, “Damn, girl. You’re hot.” Or, “You slayed that presentation.” And, “I’m really good at this mom thing.” I’m willing to bet that you’d not only be happier with yourself, but you’d be better to others. We put out what we take in.

I know enough to know that as I mature so do my feelings of inadequacy. Today I’m obsessed with women whose houses smell good. Seriously, do y’all pipe it in? If you live on the parade route and are a carnival hostess queen, I basically hate you. But let’s be honest, I also want to be your best friend.  And if you consistently hit the hottest happy hour, I aspire to your social superiority.

But what would happen if the next time I look at those women and the next time you look at your girl crush, we followed their eyes. Who is she watching? It would probably surprise us.

 

 

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Annie D. Stutley was born in New Orleans and spent her childhood listening to the Bangles, crimping her hair, eating Twizzlers, and journaling. She graduated from Southern Miss with a degree in speech writing and since then, has survived several careers in both New Orleans and New York, proving that you don’t have to have it all figured out to live a good life.

She’s worked in theater with Tony-winning producers, in marketing with local gurus, and in education with people probably smarter than herself. However, it’s her time spent working with or volunteering with young people that she has found the most rewarding.

In recent years, she volunteered for her national sorority as a rush advisor, finding joy in building leaders and guiding young women through the murky waters of where college life meets real world. She eventually stepped down from that post because the powers that be didn’t see eye to eye with her approach of frankness and honesty. She turned that conflict of opinion into a new adult fiction book, currently in development, and this blog.

Annie loves music—especially alternative, shenanigans with girlfriends, and all things Mardi Gras, particularly her two walking krewes. But mostly she enjoys movies on her sectional sofa with her husband, three children, and two dogs in her Carrollton home.

Annie welcomes comments, topic ideas, and glasses of rosé. Surprisingly, rosé pairs well with Twizzlers.

 

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