I will never identify as a girly-girl. As a general rule I wear jeans, sweatshirts, boots, with no makeup, and my hair in a messy bun (or hat.) It works for me. I’m comfortable. I’m practical. I’m not attractive at all.
When I do dress up in heels, makeup, curled hair, and (on very rare occasions) a dress, I’m uncomfortable and awkward and it shows. I know that I should just do it more often, make it a more normal practice so it doesn’t feel so weird, but then I don’t and I’m back to my tomboy gear.
It’s strange really. My best friend is a total girly-girl. She’s always wearing heels and dresses with her hair nice and makeup flawless. We’re an odd looking pair, definitely. I sometimes wonder about how we became friends but then she says some smart-ass remark and I remember.
Well, here’s the deal. I’m embarking on a 30 day challenge, actually two of them, regarding getting my lifestyle back on track. Each of them includes diet and exercise. I figured this would be a perfect time for me to try out being a girl as my own little personal 30 day challenge. If I’m not at work I will actually try with my appearance. If I am at work then maybe some makeup and brushed hair. (Yes, some days I don’t even brush my hair, I just throw it up onto the top of my head in a weird bun.)
This shouldn’t be too hard as I own all the required junk, I just need to use it. In some cases learn how to use it.
Trish, expect some phone calls.
I don’t know when I started to not care about my appearance. I’m sure there’s some sort of subconscious issue that a therapist would love to delve into for a very expensive price. I, however, don’t care to know it and will just solve the problem myself for the price of, say, another pair of shoes.