Even the Pretty Girls Doubt Themselves

When I walked into the room the first time I met my friend Becca, I saw her sitting at her desk and immediately hated her. She was just too perfect; she was tiny, wore great clothes, had perfect and shiny long brown hair and was just beautiful. She even had perfect freaking handwriting.

By Lauren

I walked past her, gave her a once over and vowed to make her my enemy. As I sat down behind her, Becca turned around and began talking to me. And she was just so nice; bubbly, friendly, funny. As much as I wanted to hate this girl, she was making it damn near impossible. Like a Lifetime after-school special, we became fast friends and have remained that way ever since. (Side note: It is still hard to hit the bars with this one because men fall instantly in love with her…while I chug beers in the corner.)

Anyhoo, yesterday I was chatting with Becca about our current man problems. Becca, it seems, is dating the perfect man who does and says the perfect things and pretty much adores her (as he obviously should…the girl is the complete package!). Yet, even with all of that, Becca finds herself doubting the entire thing and expecting the worst. She is constantly questioning if he likes her, if he wants to be with her and if she is getting too attached.

Obviously, I feel bad for my friend and hate to see her so down. At the same time, however, I was so surprised to find out that even the best of the best – the perfect, beautiful girls –think and feel the same things as me. That they too find themselves splayed out on the couch, cell phone in hand, waiting for him to call. Or asking their friends what is wrong with them that the boy they love doesn’t show it back?

It was like a moment of clarity for me; I mean, how can someone like Becca ever doubt herself? How can she ever question if people (especially guys!) like her? The whole conversation just made me realize that everyone has their moments of vulnerability in relationships. It doesn’t matter if that person is “perfect” or not-quite- so; every single one of us has some self-doubt and fear of getting hurt.

I really always thought Becca had it all, but even girls like her suffer the same pains and gallons of pick-me-up ice cream as the rest of us. I guess I find it sort of refreshing in a way; it reminds me that I am not alone, that we are all somewhat the same, and moments – even if they stretch on for weeks – of self-doubt are totally normal.