Today I wished I was a boy.
I went to a public restroom and I wished I could pee standing up, just like a boy.
My hair was a mess and a half and I wished I didn't have to do it in order to look good, just like a boy.
I plucked my eyebrows and it hurt so bad my eyes watered I wished I didn't have to do my eyebrows just like a boy.
Sure thing I could do all these things just like a boy (well except peeing standing up) but then who'd want to date me, or even be my friend?? Personal appearance is very important. I don't care how much people debate on that topic and oppose it. We are being judged everyday by the way we looked, even the strangers we cross paths with....they judge us. So of course i could live it up easy, just like a boy, and not give a damn about what I do or what I look like. But I don't want to.
So it hit me, I don't wish I was a boy. I like being a girl. A pretty girl. A girl that does her hair an make up every morning, wears painful high heels and tight little black dresses. A girl that suffers PMS and cramps. It has its ups and its downs but at the end of the day I couldn't be happier being a girl, the girl I am now.
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