I Thought Rebelde Was My Life, But Instead It Was Taking Over My Life
We all develop random obsessions while growing up. For me, “Rebelde” was that obsession. Somewhere between elementary school and middle school, I became addicted to the telenovela “Rebelde.” And I admit I went a little overboard as a “Rebelde” and RBD fanatic.
The first thing I did when I got home was walk straight to the TV and flip the channel to “Rebelde.”
Thankfully, it started at 3 p.m. so I had about 15 minutes to hop in my mom’s car, get home and dash to the TV. It was always a fight between me and my mom about whose turn it was to watch their novela. Eventually my family learned not to bother me when I was watching “Rebelde.” It became my me time, my distraction from the world, my meditation. It was just me Roberta, Mia, and the rest of the students at Elite High School.
I memorized the lyrics to every single RBD song. So as soon as I heard “Y soy Rebelde,” I would be like…
“THAT’S MY BAND, YO.” I considered myself the sixth member. Don’t even get me started on the ballads. My single, never-been-kissed-self would cry every time I listened to “Sálvame,” which was always on repeat. No shade to The Beatles, but RBD is music’s greatest band.
To this day, I still rock RBD merch.
I still wear Rebelde merch to pay homage to the novela that shaped the crazy 20-something year old that I am now. While everyone else was watching “90210,” I was watching “Rebelde.” This telenovela was a way for me to connect with my culture and my language. I went from being shamed about my accent to singing at the top of my lungs to RBD’s music. RBD helped me reconnect with my culture and to this day, I love RBD for that.
Every single RBD CD, you name it, I had it.
Most kids my age spent their money on shoes and clothes, this was where all of my allowances went. I started selling food at my school — I even became known as the Hot-Cheeto plug on campus. I was the cool kid walking around with a walkman wearing plaid everything and my little brother’s tie around my neck. It’s called fashun, look it up.
I spent money on this hard, flavorless gum!
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I spent all my money on this gum just to collect the limited edition RBD stickers. Maybe this is what gave me so many cavities, but it was “Rebelde!” The guy at the tiendita en la esquina knew to save those for me. Did I develop TMJ because of this? Yes. Was it worth it? Yes.
And my sticker collection got bigger and bigger.
The stickers made me so happy. They were all over my locker, binder and books. But my absolute favorite sticker collection was the collection of jewel stickers I saved so I could wear in the middle of my eyebrows just like Mia Colucci.
My room was decked out with Rebelde posters.
Because I couldn’t think of anything more colorful to decorate my room with. I had one with the entire group. I had an entire wall dedicated to posters of the guys. My favorite poster was one of young Diego Boneta. I knew since then that we were destined to be together.
A LOT of posters.
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Anyone that entered my room would knew right away that I was sort of, kind of, reeeeeally a fan of “Rebelde.” And I can’t leave out the posters of the girls. I had a massive poster of my queen Mia Colucci, Roberta and even her mom, Alma Rey.
When it came time for back-to-school shopping, there was no stopping me.
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I had to have it all. Give me the notebook, the backpack, the pencils. I had a ton of Rebelde t-shirts and still have some today. Also, for breakfast, I would only eat Rebelde-sponsored foods. Did I ever see them actually studying in the show? No. Still, I had to have every product that had their precious faces printed.
And I was always prepared with my Rebelde swag.
Olha achei um boné da época que eu era RBDfan pic.twitter.com/qd5lzDDqjQ— Luana Malvs (@Luanaaperry) December 16, 2016
If I wasn’t dressed in plaid with my little brother’s tie, I had to rock every kind of Rebelde merch that was ever made. Bomber jackets with embroidered Rebelde, I had it. Hats, you know it. I even had Rebelde undies that my mom picked up from a random fashion mart.
Every time a teacher gave me a sticker, I’d stick it to my forehead because that’s what Mía Colucci did.
Mi querida mia culucci Feliz año nuevo que te la pases genial con tu familia te amoo por siempre mia colucci@Anahi pic.twitter.com/Rgu5fCziQ8— Maria Reyes Gimenez (@MariaReyesGime) December 31, 2016
I used to walk around with a sticker, big or small, and say things like “Qué difícil es ser yo!” I started flipping my hair every chance I had and I even started acting like a brat calling my dad daddy in an obnoxious way every time I wanted something from him. Mía was my queen and I wanted to be just like her.
I even insisted on having a “Rebelde” themed birthday party…
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TBH, this wasn’t that hard to convince my friends. Everything we owned was already red, black and white. We had our outfits ready and we even knew what we were going to play the night of the party — RBD karaoke!
…which required all of my friends and cousins to dress in “Rebelde” uniforms.
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As you can see, I wasn’t the only one who was slightly obsessed. My friends and little cousins also had complete outfits. This made for the best #squadgoals photos way before Instagram even existed. I took my birthday theme very seriously.
“Rebelde” was my life!
To me, Rebelde was way more than a telenovela or a teen band. It was a connection to my culture. Because of this group of kids, I shared a few more hours with my parents, I started watching TV in Spanish again and I wanted to wear my culture on my sleeve all over again. I wanted to be just like the kids on the show. I started speaking their slang, wearing their clothing. When other kids on campus saw that I was an RBD fan, they gravitated toward me. It was a way for me to connect with the other Latino kids at school. RBD brought us together.