The constant glitter in your bathroom, the copious amounts of ribbons that seemed never-ending, and the trophies that proudly lined your walls. And once you've gone down that road, there are certain aspects of that life that will stick with you forever.
You know every word in "Bring It On"
"I'm sexy, I'm cute. I'm popular to boot...."

You had dozens of bruises from stunting.
No one bothered to ask where they came from because the answer always started with "Oh, yesterday at cheer practice..."

You had multiple cans of hairspray in your bathroom.
Most of them half-full.
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You had an entirely different bag of make-up for games and competitions.
You can never have too much glitter eyeshadow.
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You (still) get upset when anyone says it isn't a sport.
I promise, it takes a lot of conditioning to be able to flip through the air like that. It's not something that comes to you - it takes lots of practice.
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There was no better feeling than when all of your stunts hit.
And you just KNEW they hit when the crowd cheered even louder than they were before.
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Pre-competition rituals were sacred.
Nobody could tell you otherwise. Seriously - you had done it EVERY TIME. The one time you didn't, something bad could happen.
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You know the first Bring It On will always be the best.
"I saaaaaaaaaid BRRR it's cold in here!"
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Bow color and types were MAJOR debates and taken VERY seriously.
It's one of the most sacred rituals cheerleaders partake in.
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You hear part of your routine mix, and automatically start dancing to it.
It's engrained in your soul. You can never forget it.
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Competition morning was a haze of hairspray and makeup
And it all started at about 5 A.M...And it has to look fresh ALL DAY.
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Watching your coach go crazy when you hit your routine was one of the best feelings ever.
You knew the routine was good when you saw them jumping up and down when the music ended.
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You wore that uniform with pride - every single time.
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