So you're the D.U.F.F.
At first it’s pretty depressing finding out your—the D.U.F.F.
Your friends never have, and never will think of you as their D.U.F.F.
You never get stuck dancing with the clingy, sometimes creepy guys at the club. They’re too busy grinding with your not-D.U.F.F. friends.
You can eat whatever you want. You’ve already been labeled. What’s there to hide?
You can look however the H-E-C-K you want
The mean girl will always get what she truly deserves in the end.
Oh. And she ends up alone.
You do eventually get the super-cute-once-was-a-prick-jerkface-who-turned-out-to-be-not-so-douchey cute man guy.
But you don’t really need him. Because in the end...
You’re flawless.
So let the masses think what they want about you and your D.U.F.F.-ness.
When it's all said and done you are the pièce de résistance...the crème de la crème, if you will, of your friend group. No (wo)man can resist your charm (obviously).
You are honestly the best, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise.