Being a girl.

Some days... Like today, I just want to dress up and be a girl! I want to do my hair and make up. I want to put on a dress and some cute shoes. I want to listen to love songs and dance around while getting ready. Then I think for a moment, why am I doing this to myself? I have no where to go, nothing to do. Why spend all that time getting "pretty"? And then I remember, because I'm a girl. That's what I do. Sometimes you just have to give in and do what you want.

Today I didn't. And I'm starting to feel it. At the end of the day, when things are coming to a close, I feel it. The need to be something more. To have more then just this repetitive, average life. I want a reason to wake up and look amazing everyday. Even if it is just for myself. I want to feel alive more then I do now. And maybe that has nothing to do with dressing up... but maybe it does. Maybe that's where it starts.

So tomorrow... I am baking for my mom for Mothers Day. And before I do, I'm going to make myself feel good. If that means taking a walk in the morning before everyone is up or putting on make up, that's what I am going to do. I will get ready for a nice warm day, shorts! And a shirt that I love. I will feel cute and very much like myself. I will do what I want. Be who I am. And I will not apologize for that.

I'm a girl... No. I'm a woman. And I am a strong one at that. So going back to my whole "being me in this world where girls should fit all these molds..." I'm not going to. I'm going to only fit the mold that was made for me. And I will be happy about it. Oh yeah.