When I was twelve years old, I had no interest in boys, fashion, make up, or attention.
I was still a child. Boys were all “gross” and the talk of kissing them always made me say a typical young girls remark like, “eww, boys are smelly and gross”. I had no interest whatsoever in going clothes shopping and buying the latest fashion trends. The only time I would go clothes shopping was when I was literally forced to go with my parents. It was never a choice made by myself. The clothes I wore were plain, and typically something my mum got for me, because quite frankly, I didn’t really care what I wore. And why should anybody else care? Make up was always something I associated with grown ups. Other girls in my year at school began to wear eye shadow and a small layer of foundation, which then increased to a layer or mascara and some lip gloss as well. My hair would always be down – who cares that it was just hanging there? It’s not like I cared, so why should you?
It wasn’t until I was about fifteen years old that I actually wore makeup for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, in the previous couple of years I wore a little bit of eye shadow; but that was very light coloured so it wasn’t noticeable anyway. Some girls in my year though, seemed to have a full face of make up, tight jeans and hoodies that were so short they showed a bit of their belly, but zipped down enough to see some cleavage. They wore a different hair style every day and they were popular – they were getting noticed by boys.
Now, by this time I was beginning to feel interested in boys. All these “popular” girls would look down on me and the other girls, making rude remarks just because we weren’t wearing makeup, didn’t have cool hair styles and didn’t wear clothes which made us look grown up and fashionable. They thought they were better than us, and it seemed the boys did too – they got all of the attention.
However, the way I described myself here was probably the same as about 75% of my age group at the time. A lot of girls in my year felt the same way that I did, and there was just that 25% of nasty girls who wanted all of the attention, and to remind you of that every time they walked past.
Here comes the point I am trying to get at…
As I have grown older, this divide between the girls seemed to fade. They became less spiteful, and as we all got older we got more mature and most of the girls were dressing similar, and had boyfriends and attention whether they were popular or not.
The problem now though, is that I have noticed that things have changed a lot since I was twelve years old. When I see young girls nowadays, the majority of them are caked in makeup, wearing short skirts and low cut tops, and clearly wearing push up bra’s to impress the boys. Sometimes, I can’t even tell how old they are. They often look older than me because of the way they are dressed.. and I’m twenty!!
Since when did kids grow up so quickly? I cannot imagine leaving my house that young wearing short skirts and low cut tops to try and impress the boys. There is plenty of time for that as you are older! It must be so difficult being a parent, seeing their child grow up so quickly and being unable to stop it.
Does anyone else agree with this? Or perhaps this is only noticeable where I live. Is the media influencing these girls to grow up and find their independence quicker, I wonder?