A blog seems like a good idea until you realize perception is reality and a public diary loses weight when your honesty is actually masked by the person you’re attempting to consume. Who do you blog for? The person you hope reads it or the person you hope you are? And could be. And seem to be. Unless you blog for yourself and if that were the case would you keep a diary? Do you need a diary because you’re almost coming to terms with the real you, that you are constructing, and could be anyone.
Sometimes cutting corners to save time means cutting down on hygiene. What?! No it hasn’t been a week since I washed my hair or did laundry! What kind of sick person are you?
I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the differences between girls and women. Especially how ladies identify. If you associate as a woman ask yourself, do I see myself as a woman or a girl? Your answer may surprise you. I feel proud to view myself as a woman. In identifying that way I find myself making different choices and saying less dumb shit. Overall acting like less like a fool. To me a woman is proud of her actions and certain in her decisions. Yea, sometimes I slip back into girldom, I usually have to apologize when I do, but I think that’s part of being a woman.