This is a letter for all the girls who are over 18 and have never had a boyfriend, never had their first kiss, are upset about still being virgins and have lost hope.
When I was in grade school, I was always teased and ridiculed for the way I looked. As I grew older, I realized that school had started to become a place in which learning took almost a back seat to your social status. As I grew, so did everyone around me. Girls' skirts got shorter, shorts got shorter, shirts got tighter and faces got caked with makeup. Boys started to grow facial hair, pine after the girls in short skirts and it seemed as though they couldn’t control their hormones every time they saw a girl’s legs. The worst part of it all was by the fifth grade, it seemed as though everyone had already found their soul mates. I started to realize that everyone was growing up, and I was still the loud, outgoing, chubby girl who loved the Jonas Brothers and Justin Bieber and that boys didn’t really see as girlfriend material. Trust me… It wasn’t that I never attempted to get a boyfriend, because back in my day, I liked my fair share of guys. It was just that no boy wanted to be with someone that looked like me.
I was always told by my friends, "Just wait until college, boys will love you there." So, finally I came to Ohio University ready to find my soulmate like I thought I was going to back in middle school. After 12 years of watching the boys I liked date the girls that resembled Barbie dolls, I thought I had finally entered a domain in which it was my turn; it was finally my turn to be noticed. So here I am, done with my first semester of college, and I’ve been hit on more times than my brain could ever fathom. Older guys had started to hit on me, and I had moved from being the chubby girl who boys loved to make fun of to the girl that boys wanted to be with! It seemed as though my life had done a 180 by the time I made it to college.
So to the girls that don’t resemble Barbie dolls, the girls who are always chosen last, the girls that cry themselves to sleep at night, the girls who are underrated and overlooked, don’t lose hope. Although I came to college and all of these great things started happening, I still have my relapses. I still have plenty of times when I believe that I’m just not worth it, but I pick myself up by my boot straps, grow a pair and say f*ck any boy that doesn’t think that I put the stars in the sky… and then I cry some more. To the girls who still haven’t made it to this point in their life yet, just give it some time. I waited 18 years for a boy to even look at me and tell me that I’m cute. You’ll make it, my darlings, and when you do, make sure that boy looks at you like you put the sun in the sky.
Love,
The one who found her hope
