Thirteen. The age of my-life-is-horrible and everyone-hates-me and why-can’t-I-be-pretty-like-(fill in the blank). The drama of middle school, parties with high stakes invitations, and finding yourself in a body that suddenly seems almost alien. A tumultuous year of change and, unfortunately, also a time when girls tend to move in packs.
If you lived through this stage (you know, with a vagina and all), then you remember the hell it can be. I love, love, love this post. And maybe you should consider the “welcome to 13” package for any girls you know who might be venturing into this no man’s land.