Letter From The Editor: 8/27/23
Don’t be so Melodramatic.
To be a young woman is to spend your whole life working up to that perfect medium. Don’t overreact- your emotions blind your common sense. But don’t underreact- it’s fake to you to hide how you really feel. Don’t wear too little or too much, don’t speak your mind freely but don’t be boring. As women, pleasing others is our craft. Since we were babies- our mothers nervously hushing our cries on crowded airplanes, to college students- suppressing our true thoughts as male classmates talk over us.
Melodramatic is the little girl inside all of us who is tired of being scolded, observed, hushed, suppressed, and talked over. She is alive, she is unapologetic, she is obsessive, and though embarrassed from time to time, she is proud.
Devyn and I spent the more complicated half of our girlhood hand in hand. We met when we were even younger than my littlest sister’s current age of 12 years old, which is almost impossible for me to even comprehend. From there, our adolescent years together saw about every phase a teenager could go through. Starry eyed high school freshman, pinterest goths and about a hundred other wannabee’s, pandemic-depressed juniors who spent the majority of our COVID ridden nights on FaceTime writing fanfiction, concert junkies, and eventually- shiny new college freshman making mistakes with shiny new boys.
We have traveled the country together, been the lone survivors of catastrophic friendship breakups, graduated highschool, and parted ways for college. However you want to look at it: we were girls together.
Like the season of Summer, this Volume of Melodramatic is fueled by transitions. Girlhood to womanhood, home to college to back home again, teenager to adult. It combines these feelings of letting go of your people-pleasing teenage mind- where your heart was on fire and your body was disposable, and becoming the most unapologetic, unembarrassed, authentic version of yourself.
Melodramatic or not.
-Sofia, Editor-In-Chief
