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.

30 Going on 13. | I Am Begging My Mother Not To Read This Blog.