I spent most my life growing up trying to be like my brothers.
But lately it's hit me...
I am a girl. Duh, right? Well, it's something I don't always like to admit.
Maybe I don't wear earrings or makeup or have the entirety of Pride and Prejudice memorized.
Maybe shopping makes me super cranky.
Maybe I have no table manners and have a high tolerance for male-themed conversations.
Maybe I have never owned a straightener or a curling iron or a blow dryer even.
But I like perfume and skirts and high heels and A Fine Frenzy and Music and Lyrics and BBC movies.
I like flowers.
I wrote a script like Gilmore Girls and Amelie. and it's about a girl. and love.
I have TONS of shoes.
Sometimes I cry every three days, just because.
I don't know how to take care of my car.
I fall in love on a regular basis.
I'm self-conscious about my body.
I really like cupcakes.
I like planning weddings.
Sometimes I just wish my mom was around.
I love and own about 20 different containers of chapstick, including the liquid kind that only girls can get away with wearing but they taste SO good.
I like when people lift heavy things for me.
I'm a sentimental fool.
I own a headband with a bow on it.
I sometimes wish someone was around to protect me from alien attacks.
My voice goes up 2 octaves when I see baby animals.
I use the word "cute" on a regular basis.
and these are mostly things I try and suppress.
but I am what I am.
take it or leave it, baby.
*this is a line from an Ingrid Michaelson song and while I believe in it's sentiment. I was actually a vegetarian for all my growing up years and have no practice cutting meat properly, which is embarrassing as a 21 year old.