My Unfair Lady

I imagined when I joined the marching band, that everyone would be weird or geeky. I guess I’d watched too much TV by then and saw too many plumed hats and garish uniforms to know any better. I didn’t expect to meet so many cool kids. They were all way too cool for me. I stuck out like a sore thumb around them. The girls were wearing sports bras and sunglasses. Their hair was cut super short. I was wearing long skirts, baggy shirts, and I could legitimately sit on my hair it was so long. I looked like some preacher’s daughter.

They pitied me. Hell, I pitied me!

When the band club raised money for a trip to San Antonio, I tagged along on my first adventure away from home, sharing a room with three other girls, all all-knowing seniors. Under the less than watchful eyes of the chaperones, the trio took an interest in me. One evening, they convinced me to let them do a makeover. My hair was amateurishly cut to my bra-line (it was not a straight cut), makeup applied, a new outfit purchased from Gadzooks, and a much needed eyebrow wax. I was like Audrey Hepburn’s Eliza Dolittle!

I glanced at myself in the mirror and beamed at what I saw. I looked kinda like one of the cool kids.

The girls walked me down the halls of the condo we were staying in, making sure to stop me at every room, every small congregation of teens, to show off their handiwork. There were no cat-calls, no whistles; it was almost complete radio silence, but I did get a “looking good” from my crush and that sorta made up for the general lack of interest.

Still, as I finished my dawdle, I realized this was the best I could hope to get. I was fifteen when I realized that I was un-pretty, unpopular, and a little bit socially awkward.

I’ll let you know when that feeling goes away.

8 thoughts on “My Unfair Lady

  1. Kaitlin Gow said

    They say beauty is only skin deep. I say it is soul deep. If one’s soul glows with kindness, warmth, and generosity; this kind of beauty attracts more than physical beauty.

    And you have a beautiful soul.. Pretty, popular and socially acceptable too.

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  2. Oh, Mel. The teen years are so tough on us, and so many of us carry that legacy through to adulthood. You did a good job of showing us how different you felt with the contrast in clothes and hair, and that silent parade at the end prickled all my protective senses.

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  3. I like how this piece describes the teens, the chaperoned trip, the makeover… it all brought me right back to my own high school days. I identify with feeling un-pretty, unpopular, and quite a bit socially awkward. I felt that way all through school and still do somewhat today.

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    1. Haha I was so eager to please! I wanted nothing more than to be friends with everyone and get invited to parties with boys and alcohol, because TV told me I had to be normal. I embrace my lack of normality now. Hehe

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