We all know that being a girl has it’s positives and it’s negatives. You’re expected to do a lot of things and be a certain way, but also us girls have more power worldwide than we ever have before – don’t you think that’s amazing? Okay maybe there’s still some improvements to be made but I’m not about to go on a huge rant about that. I’m here to talk about my experience of growing up as a teenage girl and what I have gathered from the girls growing up around me.
You see, being a girl in 2015, it isn’t easy but at the same time it’s easier than ever before. We have access to education, we have mostly killed the stereotype of ‘all women are made to be house-wives’ (which is utter bullshit because most of us can’t even do any of that clean/cook stuff anyway) yet we have social pressures like never before and the ability to constantly compare ourselves to one another at the touch of a button. Mental illness among girls AND boys appears to be rising; now this could be due to more diagnosis and less stigma around the subject, but a part of me believes that this is due to some of the modern-day pressures we experience.
Girls, we’re expected to care about how we look, we’re expected to want a boyfriend, we’re expected to be ladylike. And to be fair, some of us (cough, me, cough) are happy to walk to Tescos in our pajamas with no bra on and some of us don’t want a relationship whatsoever and some of us, GOD FORBID, we fart and we burp and we sit with our legs open. I’m not saying boys have it easy, poor boys having to live up to this #RelationshipGoals bollocks, but I can’t really talk about the hardships and perks of being a boy because, well, I’m not one.
Anyways, another major thing I’ve learnt is that, as you grow up a lot of girls become a hella lot more mean. No idea why. Maybe something to do with the philosophy of ‘be the bitch or be bitched about’. Let me tell you now, THAT is utter rubbish. You get used to the fact that someone will always be talking behind your back, because trust me they will, but the best thing is you learn not to care. Rumours are laughed off and bitching is combatted with sarcasm. I guess the perks of many girls changing for the worse is that you know who your real friends are.
Another super-annoying, but vital learning curve that you have to experience is the fact that boys can be absolute total twats and that love isn’t what you think it is. When you’re a teenager, in my experience, you often mistake ‘loves’ for ‘crushes’. GOD I HATE THAT WORD I FEEL LIKE A YEAR 7. Unfortunately, little me with my limited vocabulary, has no other way to describe it, so you’re going to have to smile through the cringe. Okay think of it like this…You have INCREDIBLY STRONG CRAZY feelings for a person, you assume it must be love, you must be madly deeply in love. But you’re wrong. I don’t think, although maybe I’m not one to talk, at just 15, that love is just an incredibly strong feeling, I think it’s knowing the stupid tiny things about someone and loving the funny way they sneeze or loving the way they sing in the shower, almost deafening the entire neighbourhood. It’s the weird shit. So there you are, little 13 year old you, crying over a boy because you ‘love’ them and they’ve done some stupid shit like dump your 11/10 ass, but in reality you didn’t even see them sneeze once and you don’t even know their pet hates. And you know what, those ‘crushes’ are forgotten, no matter how irreplaceable you think they are.
Onto some less deep stuff, NICE. Oh boy, the joys of understanding make-up. No matter who you are, you have to make that painful transition from 2True/Miss Sporty to the likes of Hourglass or MAC. Look at Kendall and Kylie; even they had to. You can’t expect to look nice all through puberty, duh. Even for those of us who don’t particularly like wearing make-up often, you see girls with seemingly ‘perfect’ skin everywhere and you just CAN’T fight that urge to conceal that spot on your forehead. For those of you who don’t have perfect skin (which I think is basically everyone ever) and choose not to succumb to the pressure to ‘cover up the blemishes’ – I ADMIRE YOU, and at least you didn’t have to go through the ‘two-shades-too-dark-Dream-Matte-Mousse’ stage.
However, as much as being a girl in 2015 has it’s crappy parts, it is also pretty damn awesome. We’re seeing the rise of plus-sized being, not only accepted, but LOVED by media (take a look at the beautiful Ashley Graham for example), we’re supporting each other through schemes like the Smalls for All in which women donate bras to those in poorer countries… It’s just great – don’t you think? And as much as we complain about social media having a negative impact on our generation, it largely contributes to spreading the revolution of the wonderful things us girls are doing in 2015 that the 1915 ladies would never have dreamed of. Go us. I think we all deserve a slice of celebratory cake.
Love as always,