I dress according to my mood and it’s mostly comfortable slightly homeless looking clothes and a pair of crocs or sneakers, and I’m fine with that. I only know the names of the basic colors, I have no idea what burgundy or aquamarine are but I still have decent fashion sense and I know how to match colors even if I don’t know their names. I’m no fashionista and I find no problem in wearing the same outfit twice during the same week as long as I’ve washed it and it’s clean.
I don’t know what’s a no makeup look because this is how I look everyday because I don’t know how to wear makeup and I find no shame in that; I’m just comfortable with my natural look. I do have my days where I wake up with the mood and time to dress up and wear a little basic makeup (with the limited knowledge I have) and walk down the streets like I’m the only girl in the world, very well aware that I might not be the prettiest girl, but I sure as hell feel like one and that is what matters.
I love shoes, especially boots. For some unknown reason, wearing boots makes me feel ten times more confident and ready to conquer the world. I hate wearing high heels for the excruciating pain they bring upon my feet and the fact that they make me walk like a penguin (don’t get me wrong, penguins are cute), and so it’s a blessing that I’m already tall and don’t really need them. I wear them during special occasions just because I love the feeling of entering a place and feeling like the tallest person in the room even if for the few moments before I take them off and walk around barefooted. And I’m okay with looking elegant for a while and then have people look at the girl walking around barefooted at a wedding or at her own prom.
I love football and I might not be the craziest fan out there or a walking football encyclopedia, but I deserve to love it and not be judged based on my gender or pass an exam that goes back to who invented the game just to be approved of by the guys who love it and probably don’t know half of what I know about it. Nor do I have to prove to the girls that it’s okay to love football and still be one of them, and that after I watch the game, we can all go shop till we drop, because I sure as hell love that too more than anything.
I hate cheesy romantic songs, and I find them unrealistic and hilarious and not “aww” worthy at all. My music taste is very diverse and my favourite genre is rock. So one moment I could be listening to Metallica and the other I would be humming Frank Sinatra, and that doesn’t even have anything to do with me being or not being a girly girl, but it’s just more related to the fact that I can relate more to the lyrics of the songs I love, that I love and enjoy any kind of beautiful music, and that I’m forever alone so the romantic stuff doesn’t really get to me because you just can’t love what you don’t understand.
I walk in quick long strides and I have no idea what to do with my arms, so I either swing them around or keep them occupied with a book and a travel mug. I’m so clumsy, I sometimes spill food when I eat and I believe the right way to eat pizza is with your hands. I sit with my legs spread, I talk with my hands like my mum always tells me, I can be loud and I don’t think before I speak; but that only means I’m comfortable, and that I’m enjoying the conversation and the company.
I have been told a countless number of times that the reason I’m still single is my non-lady like attitude and that men see me more as a buddy or a bro rather than a cute feminine lady to be loved. And that also my strong independent “I need no one I can handle it on my own” attitude pushes men away because men like to feel needed and more superior and I’m not capable of making anyone feel like that.
I’m not a girly girl nor am I tomboy as I’ve been called most of my life. I’m just a girl, a woman, a human, and these are the only words I should be labeled with, if I were ever to be labeled in the first place. You can be one thing or do both or even be neither one at all, you can be whatever you wish to be as long as you’re happy and that’s what really matters after all.