Last month I confessed that I wasn't a shoe girl.
Which was a little embarrassing, but nice to get off my chest.
Well, I realized something else since that time.
Something that is even sadder then not being a shoe girl.
I'm am not a girly girl.
The shoes were not the problem. Me not being a shoe girl, is a result of me not being a girly girl.
You would have thought when I figured out that I wasn't a shoe girl, that I also would have figured out I wasn't a girly girl, but it took a couple of weeks before I came to this realization.
When I told my mom I didn't think I was a girly girl she said she has known that all of my life.
It was an uplifting pep-talk.
However my mom may be judging me a little harshly, she doesn't understand that it was cool to wear Doc Martens in junior high and everybody else had those ginormous clad-hoppers on, not just me.
And I only wore tall socks with my adidas tennis shoes in 7th grade because I thought it would stay in style forever, and because I thought everybody else was doing it.
I was sadly, sadly mistaken.
It wasn't until I entered this wonderful world 'o' blogging that I realized I wasn't a girly girl.
However, I should have been tipped off a long time ago for several reasons.
One very large reason that screams NOT A GIRLY GIRL is my makeup bag. It is a shame to makeup bags all around the world. I don't even really need a bag, just a teeny tiny ziplock bag that could carry my powder, eye shadow, and mascara would work just fine.
So lately I have decided to make an effort to become more girly.
I try not to put on sweatpants as soon as I enter the door.
When I get the urge to put my hair in a ponytail at the end of the workday I try to refrain and let it hang down a little longer.
And I have tried to add more to my makeup collection lately. In fact the other day I bought bronzer and now I am a total fan.
The reason I am telling you this is because God is totally on my side in all of this.
This past weekend I was cleaning out my bathroom cabinet and found this brand new beauty:
If Chanel perfume doesn't scream GIRLY then I don't know what does.
It's as if God saw my efforts and wanted to bless them, so he placed that bottle in my bathroom for me to find and to use to become a bit more girly.
I haven't worn perfume since 7th grade and that was only because the perfume Sun, Moon & Stars was insanely popular, and lets be honest, I am NEVER one to not follow a fad.
Which would explain why I wore the ugliest headband in my hair all through 4th grade, only because my best friend wore one just like it.
So Sunday morning I put that Chanel perfume on and practically glided out the door.
I reeked of girliness.
With God's help I just might become a little more girly.
And I promise, to never, ever wear Doc Martens, or tall tube socks with my tennis shoes again.