Today a friend of mine told me, "But you're not a boy." We were talking about how I was going to have dinner with one of my cg girls and I said I heart her. He asked what "heart" meant and I said its less girly of me to say heart instead of love. Hence the boy comment.
It's true I'm not a boy. But I hang out with a lot of them. I hang out with the girls as well, but when I'm with my guy friends I put the expectation on myself to be one of them. I'm not sure how I started that. I think it started in college, because all of my close friends were guys. So I just kept those expectations as I've gotten older. Well, no more I say! I'm throwing my expectations out the window.
I'm a girl. I like soft fabrics against my skin. I'm not opposed to pink, occasionally I like a romance movie and right now I'm not ashamed to admit it. Nine times out of ten my heart will be perched on my sleeve, and wearing a dress and heels makes me feel pretty. Last but not least, its much more of a priority to me for my beauty to be on the inside than my lipstick shade or the amount of warpaint I layer on.
Okey Dokey. Now I'm stepping off my soapbox, wearing my heels of course...
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