Dear Duffs, You Are Not Alone

The movie “the duff” inspired this article as it reminded me a lot of myself. I used to be that girl – Mae Whitman. I wasn't exactly the 'designated ugly fat friend' like the duff meant but you get my point yeah? I remember back in secondary school, I used to be the matchmaker, making sure people who had crushes on each other had the courage to tell each other either orally or letter writing. I was close to almost all the male in my class, I was like their nigga and they told me about their escapades. I was close to a couple of females too who also told me about their escapades, I was their nigga too, one who had no escapades because I wasn’t even a babe to start with. I was a late bloomer not like I’m fully bloomed now though, thank God for hips. Boys liked my friends in the like-like way and they made me make their likeness known to my friends.

It didn’t end in secondary school. The only thing I figured out was attractive about me was my brain. I doubt if any girl ever thought I’d snatch her boyfriend, I mean, I was just a ‘just there’ girl. Guys still had to talk to me about how they liked my friends and how I should talk to them but the ones who liked me in a like-like way weren’t even my spec but sadly I wasn’t even my spec’s spec. I didn’t dress fancy though I had the clothes but I didn’t just think that looking good was serious business (I know better now) so I hardly looked chic. I stepped up my game a little towards my finals but…too late.

NYSC came and I was back to default mode. I was just like this cute little thing you want to smile at, tap on the head and walk past. Funniest part of this was, I was not even bothered. People I liked started to like me but I was uninterested for reasons I can’t even remember. I friend-zoned the ones I liked though, you know, just in case. Now that I’m writing about it, I still think I’m the duff though with a little sexiness but I’m still the one who’d go on a date wearing my head-warmer on some casual clothing.

Being a duff is one of the best things that has happened to me because I’m all bare for you to decide if you want to roll with, no surprises. When duffs turn out sexy, they become a surprise to everyone so figure out your sexy side and flaunt it once in a while. So if you ever feel this way, don’t feel alone because I am with you.

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