I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but I'm not the girliest lady in the world. I don't spend 2 hours in front of the mirror making sure my hair looks like I belong in a Pantene commercial or worrying if my eyeliner has been put on to perfection. Those things have never interested me, and look, they never will. I've just never been Brenda Beauty Queen (that's a thing, right? It should be. Someone get on that YA novel IMMEDIATELY). I am however, a big advocate for taking time of yourself. Making sure that you're in tune with what your body and mind are telling you. This weekend, to celebrate Mama's 50th, we went to get manicures and I decided to also get my eyebrows done, because they were looking very Peter Gallagher-esque. Like I said above, I tend to be pretty low maintenance in the beauty department (usually some mascara and lip gloss, because look dudes, you're going to see me without it anyway, why not get a head start?). Wardrobe wise is different, in fact I'm incredibly high maintenance in that department. Girl likes to look put together (for the most part).
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I have a point, I swear. I'll get to it. Sometimes I'm very long winded, I feel like the stories I tell my grandkids will last a week and a half. My point being, I forgot how fun it is to sometimes let yourself enjoy the girly things, the manicures, the pedicures, et al. It's nice to pamper yourself and enjoy some downtime. Also, has someone invented a Booze and Brows shop yet? Because I would frequent the hell out of that place. Get on it, America.
Being an only child, I'm quite used to being on my own and it's something I LOVE. Which people don't seem to understand. People think I'm being rude and anti-social (and in some cases, I am. I'll own it), but for the most part, I just prefer being with a book and a glass of wine with no one else's company but my own. I don't have to listen to drama, I don't have to listen to the same story for the 567th time. I'm incredibly selective in who I choose to surround myself with and for good reason. I just want funny, kind, intelligent, good hearted people in my life, and when you don't meet my criteria, I tend to back off. Which, I'm sure is totally healthy and Freud would have a field day with me.
Look, if you can't enjoy yourself and love who you are, how do you expect anyone else too? How do you expect anyone to be able to care for you and love you, if you don't do those things first? It has taken me a looooong time and it's still something I'm working on. I absolutely refuse to apologize for the standards I have set for myself and for others in my life. And you shouldn't either. Own yourself, be proud of who you are.
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Happy start to the week, unicorns. Don't ever settle!
