succumb to femininity

so i bought a skirt today. i now own 3 skirts. now i just have to work my way into actually wearing them. and maybe, perhaps, i’ll upgrade to wearing dresses. i feel like a girl already. ha!

ok. i accept it. i’m a girl. i blush when i get a compliment. i get cramps. i cry at kodak commercials but will not admit it to anyone. i claim to hate certain chick flicks but in actuality, i relish in them on sunday nights alone. i refuse to celebrate valentines day but if someone gave me flowers, i may smile a little. i am a girl.

i have done a wonderful job of creating this persona of being independent and “hard”. not to say to independence and femininity are seperate. i just haven’t quite figured out to be one and the same.

so gradually i need to learn how to embrace the girl in me and not fight the instinct to, on occasion, in appropate circumstance, seem a little soft. and shed a tear on occassion. on occassions seperate from being really upset. and wear a skirt every once in awhile. and for christ sake, wear heels. on days where i need not be walking. because really, let’s be realistic. i can only change so much =P