I've always been proud of the fact that I'm no girly girl. I don't make a fuss about make-up, dresses, jewelry and all the other frou frou crap that come with all things female.
I like wearing t-shirts, jeans and beat up old Chucks. I don't squeal, I am not familiar with designer handbags and purses, I tie my hair up without caring if I look like I'm about to tackle a month's worth of laundry AND I can barely tolerate anything pink... despite my heroic efforts to pretend otherwise.
So... when my boyfriend decided to surprise me with pictures of frost-kissed flowers that he took just for me, I morphed into something I've been trying to suppress my entire life - a girl.
And I am ok with that.
oh baby. I so like turning you into a gushing girl.
ReplyDeleteI'm still mildly upset that I'm only 80% forgiven. I hope I make 100% later this week.
:) That's right, revel in your feminine side. The boys can't do it so it's up to us! <3
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