One of Judy Blume’s acclaimed coming-of-age novels, “Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret” recently got the treatment on the big screen. After seeing countless clips of the movie, I finally bit the bullet and rented it on Amazon Prime.

While I have never read any of Judy Blume’s works, I understood the premise of this particular story.

Margaret Simon is a rising sixth grader, who has just moved to New Jersey after spending her entire childhood in New York, being raised in a non-denominational household.

On her first day in the neighborhood, Margaret meets her neighbor and classmate, Nancy Wheeler, who invites her over to come run in the sprinklers.

Hesitant at first, Margaret follows Nancy to her house and quickly realizes Nancy has a “secret club” she wants Margaret to join, but there are some rules. One of which is “you must wear a bra.”

Margaret is mortified, and unsure how to approach her mother on the subject.

I can relate, Margaret.

In the seventh grade, I transferred from my private, Baptist school to a private, non-denominational school.

I thought there wouldn’t be a huge difference, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Every year prior to the first day of school, one girl would volunteer to host the back-to-school slumber party. All new girls were invited too. My mom convinced me to go, so off I went to meet my new classmates.

At first, everything was fine. Then, it came time for the “talent show” the hostess’ mom would judge. Originally, no one wanted to pair up with me. But once they finally did, I realized I didn’t know any of the songs. My old school didn’t let us listen to “secular” music. We could listen to the likes of High School Musical or Hannah Montana, but no Sean Kingston or Beyonce. I was doomed.

After that was behind us, it wast time to change into our pajamas.

I put on my polka dot and striped pajamas from Target (I can still remember them to this day) and that’s when it happened. Every girl walked out in Pink.

Pink was a sister product of Victoria’s Secret; it was marketed toward teen girls, with body sprays, lounge wear, pajamas, hoodies and sweats. I looked around and realized I looked ridiculous, but there was no way to even tell my mom, because I wasn’t allowed a cellphone yet.

The following day my mom picked me up, and asked how everything went. I told her everything went fine, but I wanted some new pajamas. She said there was nothing wrong with my old pair and asked if I spilled something on them.

“I want some Pink pajamas,” I said.

She slowed her role, like I think she literally slowed her car down.

Imagine you sending your daughter to a new school and on her first day she wants to shop at Victoria’s Secret, when just a few months prior she wore a plaid jumper with Mary Janes to school.

My mom was hesitant to say the least. But, after talking with my dad, they agreed to one pair of pajamas.

I’ll never forget picking out a grey pair of shorts and a pink top with a peace symbol on it.

Much like Margaret, there were still other hurdles I would eventually have to cross, like your first boy/girl party and the ever-dreaded “Birds and Bees” talk.

I think that’s what makes this movie so perfect; it’s relatable to every age.

I haven’t been in middle school in quite some time. Next month, I’ll turn 28, but I refuse to believe that there aren’t still girls feeling petrified that they won’t fit in for not wearing the latest fashions, knowing any of the latest songs, or being terrified a boy may approach them at a party.

For those in need of a reminder of the hurdles we jumped to really “find ourselves” during a time of confusion, this is the movie for you.