It would be better if we had some boys in the gang and we weren’t just a bunch of 12-year-olds with bad skin and worse hair (self-administered Sun-In highlights, no less) but I still felt pretty proud of myself when we persuaded my Mum to load up the Kodak and climb up on the sofa as we lay down on her favourite rug. I belonged! I looked at that photo as proof that people liked me and knew that my hair was nit free! I wonder how many glamorous celebrities feel like 12-year-old me when they get invited to be part of Taylor’s squad. Did some secret part of Gigi Hadid squeal like Gretchen Wieners when Tay Tay invited her on stage? Did Ellie Goulding get a bit nervy when she was asked to hang out with Taylor and longtime squad member Selena? My Instagram feed is packed with people trying to recreate the magic of the squad. Being toned, tanned and documenting your best life isn’t enough for social media now – you have to do it with equally likeable friends. Think Amy Schumer and J-Law on holiday this Summer, Taylor Swift and Blake Lively in Australia this weekend and the Kardashian clan, well, all of the time.
When I broke out of the squad, I felt like I was losing my family – a family who loved me, but were hypercritical of me because I didn’t want to be exactly like them.
Instead of #squadgoals, I think we should think in terms of solo goals.
Go to an exhibition and you can spend ages staring at the work you love (and no-one will make you feel bad for skipping the stuff that doesn’t interest you.)