Before I met her, I was the popular girl or so I thought. I knew everyone and everyone knew me. But as time went on, she secretly took my place. Everyone knew of her, especially the boys. I'm not boy crazy or anything, but the way she fed into the attention made me a little jealous. It seemed like guys were always complimenting her, buying her gifts and offering to take her out. I realized that I couldn't get upset because she was "like able".
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| These were our best friend rings. |
But a time came where her dates and make-out sessions started to taunt me. I had a boyfriend, but it was hard managing our relationship because of the distance between us, but that's another story. It began to feel like my friend would rub her love life in my face and laugh because I didn't have one. It drove me to desperate measures. That's when I realized that I was in competition with my best friend. I wanted to be like her, yet somehow prove that I was better than her. I found myself dressing like her, talking like her, and acting like her. Many say I was her shadow. I never knew it, but behind my back she would refer to me her puppet. I thought I was trying to make guys like me, then it turned into me thinking that I wanted to make her think highly of me. I don't know what drug I was on, but I am so happy that I am no longer on it.
