“Maybe it was true, and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. Not about any one thing, but everything.”
― Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
I love being a girl/woman; I love thinking about lipsticks and lashes, about nail polishes and toned abs; about hairstyles and jewellery; shoes and bags; colours and perfumes.
I love that sometimes I go to bed late because I'd been scratching things off my shopping list and adding some to it.
I love that when I smile at a man he notices and maybe lifts that heavy box for me.
I love that I inhale my coffee and giggle into a book. I love to fuss over interior décor until I drive some one near-crazy. I love that I get to sway as I walk and grumble about toe blisters.
I love that in the middle of thinking about work-related issues I sneak in a thought about food ingredients or lingerie while staring at the work-place presentation.
I love that I can wear lavender pants and cross my legs when I pose for photos.
Why do you love being a girl?