As lovely as it is being a woman, let’s face it, we really did not wake up like this … we just didn’t!
I like to paint my nails weird colors. I’ve always loved to do that. When I was a little girl and my mom would treat me to a manicure, she’d “o0oo0h” and “ahhhh” me toward the more modest colors.
But it’s weird, you know? Living alone, existing primarily alone. I don’t dislike it, but it’s allowed for a good amount of me time, and I’m discovering a few things about myself.
Every girl has an item in her closet that always makes her feel fantastic.
3. Not Always Being the Designated Spider Killer.
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. How do you find or get or aspire to being a girl with girl swag? Can you? Is it all based upon how you were raised in your formative years?
They sent this email to the wrong person. They definitely did. My resume has a cat on it — a CAT.
Before researching skincare, the deciding factor for me used to be the scent. Sometimes I’d put a dab on my finger, hold my finger up to the wind and make a decision based on that. What “that” is, I’ll never know.
People always ask me why I dress up every day for class or even on lazy Sundays. The truth is, I love wearing old sweatshirts and baggy pants just as much as the next person; I just know you can get more out of your day by dressing up a bit.
The casualties: women who, at best suffer from a neurotic obsession with a certain square foot of their bodies and, at worst, are directly impacted by the sexual violence that this visual dismemberment empowers.