I’m in competition with a girl.
I know, I know, I really have issues. But at least I own it—and want to change. Kinda.
Ryen Blake and I have so much in common it’s painful. If I wasn’t so jealous of her, I could probably admit I loved her and thought she was beautiful. But high school drama still haunts every woman, so I’ll stand at a distance and glare when she’s cuter than I’ll ever be. Because really, no matter how hard I try, she’ll always win.
Ryen loves to paint her fingernails. So do I.
Ryen loves to get dressed up. So do I.
Ryen reads in solitude and dreams of princes on white horses. So do I.
Ryen laughs out loud and dances in the car. So do I.
Ryen is highly emotional and very dramatic. So am I.
Ryen loves hugs and kisses. So do I.
Ryen cries in the morning when she doesn’t like her outfit. So do I.
Ryen feels like her world is falling apart over the smallest hiccup. So do I.
Ryen needs chronic affirmation and perpetual thumbs up. So [cough, cough] do I.
Ryen is in love with Matthew Olthoff. So I am.
Diva-In-Training: Getting nails done and reading magazines.
What I’ve failed to mention is Ryen is my step-daughter/diva extraordinaire who will beat me in Cute Department on her worst day. I just can’t win, people?!
So I’m admitting before you that I haven’t graduated high school, I’m still a jealous little teenager, and I need more prayer than philandering politician in church! I know, I know, I really have issues. But at least I own it—and want to change. Kinda. 😉
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