Sororities are not always glamorous. Sororities are not always smiles and laughs. Sororities are not always perfect. People see the outside of our big, fancy mansions and the countless beautiful women that walk in and out, but they don't really see what goes on inside.
We hurt. We feel. We cry. We fight. We break down.
Despite the image of the stuck-up (b*tchy might be a better term) Barbie girl who uses here daddies credit card all the time, people would be surprised at what actually happens within our four walls.
Some girls go to college with full intentions of going Greek. I on the other hand, never imagined that sorority life would be for me. Quite honestly it was because I didn't want to be one of those girls who “paid" for her friends. Another reason was because I would look at sorority girls and I thought that they were absolutely perfect and had no flaws. They were all extremely beautiful, outgoing, successful and intelligent.
To me, I had never imagined that I would fit into this perfect group of women. I mean come on, how could girls like them like a girl like me? However, my pre-accusations have since changed after belonging to such a great group of women for a few years.
I have learned that even on my worst days, my sisters never fail to brighten my day, turn my frown into a smile, or make me laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. Whether it be putting a sticky note on my desk with an uplifting note, or bringing me to get ice cream so that I get my mind off of things, my sisters have continually been selfless, kind and caring when they know I am in pain, or am having a rough day.
Each and every one of us has been through something painful and traumatic, and that has ultimately made us all better people. We have realized that when things get tough or you're angry at someone, you can't just walk away from your problems. By living in the same house, we are all forced to get through our problems together and face our disputes head on. In all honesty, I have never met more forgiving and understanding women throughout my entire life until I moved into the beautiful mansion I can now call home sweet home.
Looking back at my view on sororities, I laugh and say what in the hell was I thinking? My sisters are now my rock. In a sense they keep me humble. I look around at all of my sisters' beautiful faces and prior to knowing them, I would have never known that they have struggled through the same, if not worse, situations that I have. They are all fighters.
With that being said, none of them are perfect. Each and every one of us are fighting a battle that you (the people walking past our house thinking we're stuck up) know nothing about. We're not always smiling, but you can bet that we will always wipe each other's tears away.
We are silly and weird. We are corky and giddy. We tell dumb jokes and make goofy faces to make each other smile. We love one another other despite our imperfections.
So in the famous words of J.R.R. Tolkien, “All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost."
