BEWARE OF MEAN GIRLS WITH BRIGHT LIPSTICK!

“I think dealing with mean girls is just a part of life. I never really took people like that too seriously.” Elizabeth Gillies

We know these girls. They smiled at us in high school and then rolled their eyes with a caddy comment when we walked pass them. We heard the comment and felt the eye roll.  Passing by felt torturous. I stood tall but shrank very small on the inside. These girls are in every town and they exist at every age. I am sorry to report.

You think with age comes grace, compassion, and respect for others. Not with this group. Somehow they have their girl posse that follows them and is like minded with judgmental glances. If you run into them they will stop, chit chat and walk away. They may tell you that they will come to your event that you worked hard at but they do not mean it. A lie will follow such as a head ache of some such other nonsense. You feel bad about trying to invite them. They are the epitome of shallow and those are the waters they swim.

What do you do if you live in a small town and cringe when you see the posse group striding up? Nothing. I assume the shoulders back pose and try to stand a wee bit taller. Although guarded, I try to be genuine without being vulnerable. That is the tricky part I need to establish my boundaries and learn from past hurt. Not much different than dating the wrong dude. No backing down, though wobbly are my feet I stand my ground. No matter what town I live in this group exists.

I know that my time and my word are what makes me an honorable woman. I must value that in myself and take heed. I try to be impeccable with my word for that is my legacy and my heritage. I know that my friends that I spend time with are like minded and soulfully sound. I am grateful and embrace those girls for life. A different type of click I suppose.

I can now look at this other type of group that clicks together and feel sorry for them. Like a club I never want to join nor would fit into. I do not judge we all make our own choices but I choose differently. If you know of this type of mean clan let them pass and stay firm in who you are. They are just bullies in way nicer outfits.

Now when I see the lipstick queens I take a deep breath and wipe the mess of my guys face as they attempt to mark their territory on my space. Comes right off as they saunter the other direction, life returns as it should.

I am lucky I can blog about it and let it go. Being observant is a blessing and I am grateful for all of the people that help shape me, even the mean girls.

My Mantra: “Sweetness is even sweeter when it comes from the heart”

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