The Clique

So there once was a group of “Friends” that formed a clique that was envied by the masses. They took trips together, went out to the fanciest restaurants and hit up the hottest clubs. Their pictures were perfect, just like their outfits and their relationship. What girl wouldn’t want to be them?

The most popular one was rich and could have any thing she desired. She wore the lasted trends and wouldn’t be caught dead without a hair out of place or a blemish on her face. The center of attention evolved around her and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She was young, pretty and had everything she could want except…

She grew up in a rich family that focused more on wealth and performance than building healthy relationships and boundaries. She was not nurtured by her family nor told how loved and worthy she is of being loved. She wasn’t educated or forgiven of her mistakes, so perfection is what she sought. Her riches was all she had to offer because she didn’t know how to offer love and support. Outside of her perfect persona she was anxious and depressed and suffered from an eating disorder because she was afraid that gaining a pound would affect her image. She shopped to dull the pain and sought the happiness and gratification from buying things because she couldn’t find it within herself.

The most loud one commanded the room when she walked in. Her voice could be heard from a mile away. She was the life of the party and embodied confidence in every way. She took hours to get dressed, and made a grand entrance at every event arrived. There was no drink that she would say no to, and no man that she couldn’t have or take. She was outgoing and charismatic and had the perfect social life except….

She suffered from low self esteem and never felt confident as a child. She sought assurance from others because she did not receive it at home and overcompensated to receive the validation she sought. It took her hours to get dressed because she felt the fear of rejection even before she arrived. She was loud because she was silenced all her life and felt her voice did not matter and she did not have the confidence to speak.

The most beautiful one had looks that was envied by all. Her face shape was perfect, her smile captivating. Her eyes could stare into your soul and your lust you could not withhold. She had the perfect shape and the tiniest waist. Everything about her was flawless and no other girl could compare. She was breathe taking and a breath of fresh air. She was everything a man could desire and more except…

She was afraid of growing old and allowed her vanity to consume her. She lacked trust and was unable to build healthy relationships. She was insecure and despite her beauty she had an ugly soul. She was mean and self centered and secretly feared that she would die alone. Men only wanted her for what they saw not because of who she was. She felt vulnerable and unsafe and faced unwanted sexual attention everywhere she felt. She felt like an object on the shelf and yearned to be more than just a beautiful face.

The most “bougie” one lived a lifestyle full of Lavish. She charted yachts, wore expensive clothes, and settled for nothing but the best. The most expensive champagne, the penthouse suite. Unless you were rich, you dare not to step to her because you were beneath her feet. Gucci, Louie, Prada, Fendi and Balenciaga, the chance of being seeing in anything else nada. She had it all, a lux life full of popping Cristal, except…

She grew up poor and longed for the lifestyle she had. To get a new bag or to go on a trip she would spend her last. She held her held up high to hold back the tear, due to feeling of not feeling like enough for all these years. Deep down she had a low self worth, but felt like a million bucks when she bought a new purse. She felt alone and felt like no one could understand, she inferior and less than.

No matter the method there is no way to hide, the darkness and pain that we feel inside.

So much pain that viewing eyes could not see, just clicks, likes, envy and wishes of a life to be.

Have you ever been a part of a group of friends, that turned out to not really be your friends? How long did it take you to realize it and what did you do?  Please let us know and share in the comments below. 

~LuXuriously Loved

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