In grade school, there was a group of girls I called the "Clique" – they always seemed to be laughing, in the "know", have the best clothes, and generally gave off the feeling that not only were they cooler than everyone else, but that their circle was utterly impenetrable.
No outsiders allowed. And all outsiders were definitely not good enough.
Being the sensitive kid that I was, this affected me deeply. I didn’t actually know if I liked the girls in the Clique (because I didn’t really know them), but at the same time I really wanted to be part of it.
I longed to belong, to be seen, liked and appreciated by girls that were seemingly "better" than me. And not being part of it felt like a massive rejection and judgment on my "enough-ness".