dubeltake

I honestly wanted to believe that the stereotypes and rumors weren’t true.
I am the biggest girls-girl, so I figured this would be the perfect place for me. A house full of close friends and sisters who stand by eachother and experience college together making memories and having fun.
Who knew sororities were just an excuse to bring out the worst in women?
It really is all about who is the prettiest, who is the richest, who has the best reputation, who is the snobbiest…
I went through the rush process, which was one of the worst experiences of my life. An entire week of entering and re-entering 16 houses full of girls who looked at me like I was beneath them because I didn’t have a perfect tan, perfect straight hair, and wasn’t anorexic. Hours of smiling and watching others smile back in the fakest and most horrible ways I’ve ever seen. As if it was physically painful to have someone so imperfect even step foot in their house. I cannot explain how degrading the entire thing was-who gives these girls the right to judge others based on such superficiality? The questions they asked through their forced smiles were simply to try and pry out how much money your parents had and what kind of hot guys you hung out with-no one really wanted to get to know you as a person.
I was part of a team in high school full of pretty and rich girls who always accepted me for who I am-and they will be my sisters for life. I really missed having them close, so I thought I could find it again in a sorority.
The only thing people find in a sorority is confidence that they were pretty and rich enough to fit in.
The end to this story is I did get accepted into a sorority-Kappa Kappa Gamma. I thought maybe once in, things would change.
Nothing did.
So keep hiding behind your fake smiles, fake tans, fake breasts. Keep putting on those pearls and throwing up your food. Keep getting drunk and ending up on Girls Gone Wild.
Hope you have all that fun without me, because I would rather be real.

I really love my second and third holes…
but they are STILL infected.
And it is really starting to annoy me.

So the cliff was only about 10 feet high…but it was the most daredevil thing I have ever done.
And it felt amazing.
It took me half an hour of standing over that cliff staring into the water that seemed so far away until I just let it all go and jumped.
My serious fear of heights may never let me do it again, but I will never regret it.