I was a bitch in school. Most of the girls were. Bitchy little girls that went along with their peers and did horrible things.

I was the type who went along with things, but by no means was I innocent. I was worse, a pathetic little follower doing what I thought I should do to maintain some kind of social status.

I was never the Queen Bitch though. The Queen Bitch was the girl who knew she was top dog and not only would she orchestrate what her little minions, like me, would do, but when someone didn’t do what she wanted, she would let that minion know it was NOT ok. Very subtly – with ostracizing, rumors, going after the guy the offending minion liked, and then after getting the guy, saying something like, “What? I didn’t know you liked him 🤷🏻‍♀️”

Teenage girls can be vicious and awful. And if they’re not, they’re usually victims. It’s all about survival. I’m not joking when I say that I thank God every day for giving me my boys – this is one of the reasons why!

I simply couldn’t handle the teenage girl politics without sticking my nose in and getting revenge like Carrie White at the prom.

The reason I called this one Revisionist History is because I see so many people say things like “Be Kind”, and imply that they were never, ever, mean girls, and I laugh and laugh and laugh.

I have stories, right now, in my head, to STARKLY contrast the image they’re trying to portray.

Let me be clear, I’m not faulting them for that. I’m faulting them for not taking a really good look in the mirror, remembering what they were truly like, and OWNING IT.

Shit, there’s probably things they still do that make them just a tad bit bitchy. I know I do. Using “Be Kind” is a 2-word lie if you’re not practicing it yourself, and sometimes it’s impossible to be kind! I prefer to tell my kids to “Be Brave” because the kindness falls into place if YOU practice what you preach and teach by example.

But sometimes you can’t be kind. Sometimes you need to be a straight up bitch – for survival – because high school never really ends.

I know some women now who exhaust the, “Be Kind” shit and they’re the most 2-faced, bitchiest, cliquiest people I’ve ever met IN. MY. LIFE. Worse than high school. They even have their little minions.

A good tutorial if you’re just entering the phase of being a parent with school-aged children is the movie Bad Moms. Spot-on shit right there.

Anyway, please, I beg you, take a good look into your history (or a good look at yourself now) and tell me if you really floated around the halls with wings and a halo, or if you were a bitchy minion follower, or maybe even a Queen Bitch.

And if you really were always a nice person who never did anything to hurt anyone and I HURT YOU – please know that I am so very sorry and regret my behavior to this day. I’m trying to raise my boys to be good humans, and do better than I did.