I read this hilarious article on CNN.com today about girl crushes. We’re talking about girls crushing on girls. Now let’s clarify what I’m talking about here—like the article says, “a girl crush is by no means a physical or sexual attraction. It's part jealousy, part admiration.” I found this funny because when reading it, I had one of those “I’m glad I’m not the only one” moments I referred to in my post yesterday. But the truth is, I already knew I wasn’t the only one. Confession time: two of my best girlfriends and I all discovered we had a girl crush on the same girl probably about our sophomore year of college. We’ll call her *Charlotte. Charlotte was seemingly perfect. Perfect hair every single day (I have no doubt she wakes up that way every morning); the best clothes (I mean, my wardrobe would be that great if I had the money to spend on it, too…); cute, quirky boyfriend; perfect group of friends; and of course, the kicker—a complete lack of even one tagged Facebook photo worth untagging (okay, seriously, HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??). Let the jealousy set in. Before I let myself divulge embarrassing secrets about just how much we admired Charlotte’s entire perfect life, I’ll stop. And I’ll highlight the point this CNN article is making—we should be happy with who we are. And sure, as women, we’re strangely wired to compare ourselves to other women and always think that in some way we could be better than we are. And no matter what, we’ll always do that. But in order to live happy, fulfilled lives, we can’t let ourselves get caught up in the game of comparisons and we need to learn to appreciate the frizzy-haired, circa. 2005-wardrobe-wearing, Facebook-picture-untagging extraordinaires that we are.:) But don’t count yourself out. You do shine, and you shine for exactly who you are. And with practically every girl in the world being guilty of having a girl crush or two, you never know who’s watching. So here’s to relishing in the fact that surely there’s someone out there Facebook stalking us today, and wishing so much that she had the sparkling personality we do (or at least the really cute dress we splurged on for our friend’s wedding).
*name changed to protect identity