Slurred words Zara & felicity
“Honestly? I hate my parents for everything they’ve done to all of my sisters, but maybe I hate them for what they’ve done to Felicity the most. Since we’ve all been at St Judes, she’s been painted as this hard-working, robotic character who only does what she does to compete with Amber. Others would be called passionate and driven but when it comes to her, all I hear is harsh, or closed-off, or moody and aggressive and it breaks my heart because that’s not my sister, okay? You don’t know who my sister is and you never will because regardless of what she does, you’ll only ever see the version of her that fits into whatever toxic narrative is getting the most hype on your stupid blog. It’s so funny that this academy is apparently hyper aware of girls supporting girls and not pitting women against each other, but never consider why that concept even exists in the first place. Nobody’s comfortable enough to shed light on the fact that not all women have the privilege of being a girl’s girl and everybody’s best friend - Felicity being a prime example of this. Because listen, to be a girl’s girl...to be one of the women who actually benefit from ‘Girls Supporting Girls’, you have to contort, mould and sculpt yourself into a tiny window that’s almost completely fucking impossible to fit. Girls will support you if you have a particular body, or you’ve got a hotter partner, or your having more success, or you’re more attractive, or say things that’re a little bit out there but nothing too controversial because God forbid any woman separate herself from the status quo and show a little bit of fucking individuality and ambition. Maybe she is all of those things; maybe she is closed-off and moody, and straight up a bit of a bitch. But she’s also nurturing. I’ve lost count over the times she’s held me while I’ve cried over yet another good for nothing boy. And, she’s also funny...Really funny...The type of funny that doesn’t work at somebody else’s expense. She’s loving and despite all of my Dad’s flaws loves him immensely. God, if any of us will be able to stand with her heads held high at his funeral when the day comes, it’ll be her because every time she sees him she shows him appreciation where I just slam both literal and metaphorical doors in his face. I’m a lot like her and you are too, whether you care to admit it or not. You’re not an outline of an underdeveloped character is some bullshit coming of age story. You have multiple masks that get you through the day and hidden secrets that sleep with you at night. There’re things that make you cry and things that make you laugh, and then there’re things that make you do both. You’re well within your rights to dislike someone, but I’ve never understood attacking somebody for being human in the same way we all are and quite frankly, I’ll never forgive anyone who puts her in the firing line.”
