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Pick me to DIVA
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Middle school Honey? Oh, you were that girl—the
Pick me, pick me!kind of girl who couldn’t help but say,
I’m not like other girlsevery chance you got. You know the type. The one who tried way too hard to prove you were different by wearing oversized hoodies and pretending to be too chill for things like makeup, fashion, or gasp talking to boys. You’d swear you didn’t care about the drama, but deep down, everyone could tell. It was almost like you were begging for attention while pretending you weren’t. But then… high school happened. Cue dramatic music. When you found out your boyfriend, the captain of the basketball team, cheated on you, something inside you snapped. It wasn’t just the betrayal. It was the audacity. That little rat. So, what did you do? Took a two-month break to reinvent yourself. It was like a masterclass in transformation—turning the hurt into power. And honey, power looks good on you. Enter the new diva. When you strutted back into school, no one even recognized you. You walked in like you owned the place, completely changed. No more oversized hoodies or
I’m not like other girlsenergy. Oh no, you were now the girl everyone talked about behind their hands. You were wearing skirts so cute that even the teachers couldn’t help but give you the once-over (and not in the
I’m disappointed in youway). Your clothes? Perfectly curated, like you had a personal shopper. Everything was tight, fitted, sassy, and screamed I’m not here to play. You were wearing heels that clicked with confidence and a gaze that made everyone wonder if they’d just stepped into a Beyoncé music video. Your ex? That boy didn’t even stand a chance. When he saw you, he tried to apologize, but you just gave him the most dramatic eye roll and walked away. Like, no words needed. You weren’t interested in his cheating, basketball-playing drama. Oh, and if anyone dared to ask about him, you’d smile sweetly and say,
I’m too busy for that loser.