I just started watching this show, and it reminds me so much of gymnastics. My mom works and was too busy to be involved with my gymnastics career (by taking me to meets, doing hair and make up, helping set up for meets or other leotard fiasco’s) But the other non-working moms were always in the viewing rooms all the time, and they gossiped and gossiped. Sure we preteen gymnasts were catty amongst each other too, I was a bitch. I actually got expelled from the gym, which I considered my second home, and the coaches and girls/boys my family.
And here’s why:
This was when Myspace was big. And silly me, I would gossip with other girls about about other girls on there. That was big no no number one. Then one of our favorite coaches got kicked out (by the way I was 12 when this was happening). A lot of us were devastated, and this new coach was hired in her place, and she could be kind of a bitch. Then on top of that, my very best friend at the time, who was a very advanced gymnast was expelled from the gym. There was a lot of drama concerning that, and I don’t remember why right now but it must have been pretty bad because that was the last straw for me. Back then, I thought I was this little rebel leader, and I tried to assemble the girls because, in fact, they were the ones who talked the most shit, they inspired me. But what really happened was they talked the talk, but they did not walk the walk. I would say we should do this! and behind closed doors they’d all agree, which gave me confidence but when it came time to do it, only I would do it, and so coaches began to hate me. Then, once I wrote a comment on one girls wall about moving to another gym, and booom went the dynamite. There was this one girls mother who hacked into her daughters myspace to stalk us. TALK ABOUT NO LIFE RIGHT!? anyways, she saw my comment and reported it to the head coach, who we all loved and thought of as like a grandmother. Sure our coaches were tough, but there’s just so much respect for them. Anyways this whole process was like 2-3 months long, and there were tensions and little side talks. They actually had me come in on a day I had no practice and delete my myspace in front of the coaches.
There was peace for all of 2 practices before some conversation had occured between my head coach and my dad, and then my coach criticized the way my dad had brought me up, and shouting had happened, and I was no longer allowed on the grounds of that gymnasium.
Looking back, I was definitely in the wrong, but I was young, naive, and so so so dumb. There was a time where I hung out with some of the girls and guys of the gym before practice like a few months later, and the head coach saw me with them because we were outside, and she then made them all go inside and yelled at them to not talk to me again because I was a traitor, and a lot of other things that are really harsh to hear as a 12 year old. She left the door open so I could hear. I shed so many tears, I remember a certain point in time when I felt like my lacrimal glands had dried up.
I think that instance changed me a lot. Sometimes I catch myself still being a super-bitch, or trying to get others to do things to rebel against something that I may think is wrong. But I catch myself, and if I told you the shit I did in middle school, you’d just know I made some people cry. So, I’m grateful for this experience. I think I see true colors better, and I save myself a lot of drama. All of high school I had no drama with anyone, even when I did cheer! haha. Sure it makes my life a little more boring, but I never want to feel like that again, shit ain’t worth it. Although I wish I still had some of that confidence. Also know that, words mean nothing, it’s all about action baby!
But god, gymnastics moms, crazy bitches. Parents wouldn’t let their kids talk to me either, and these were my best friends, we seriously practiced together 20 hours a week, and hung out outside of practice too.