The Joy of Being a Female
For the most part, I like being a girl.
Ya know, the cute stuff, the pretty stuff, the glittery shimmery sparkly stuff, the fru fru stuff… I like it.
But then there’s this horrible part, the part that no one likes… no male no female… we’re all in agreement that it sucks!
and this tweet says it all…
I woke up this morning and stared at myself in the mirror, and it looked as though I had been crying all night in my sleep, and I felt like I did too. I remember my dreams though, they were about Timon and Pumba! Granted they had weird googly eyes that were all psychedelic and B was yelling at them, but nothing tear worthy at all!
So I put on a pair of my favorite shorts, my favorite shoes, and my favorite sweater. If I’m going to be emotional I might as well be comfortable. And then I made a big ‘ole chai latte. Might as well be comfortable and warm in the soul.
And then I cried.
So this is me this morning, and probably all day.
Emotional… crying… being a Debby Downer… for absolutely no reason at all.
And yes, you can totally laugh at those pictures because I did too! And then when I started uploading them and looking at them again, I started crying… I cried at me crying!
Isn’t being a girl just grand?!