I posted a comment on another blog earlier this week that I wasn't so caught up in how I look anymore.
Scratch that. I am.
I used to be such a cute little girl. I loved wearing dresses, playing with dolls and anything pink. Even into my young adult life I always preferred skirts and dresses to pants. As a professional during the pre-children era I loved wearing my skirts and pumps to work.
Then I had babies.
Going to one income did a number on the clothing budget. Not to mention what pregnancy and easy access to the fridge did to my derriere. Button up blouses gave way to stained T-shirts long and baggy enough to hide my new pudge. Pencil slim skirts were replaced by pants with worn out knees from crawling around on the floor. Pumps...well, I'm not even sure I could walk in them anymore.
But I didn't miss it. At first. These were things I gladly gave up to be home. And if given the choice, I would do it all over again.
But when did I start becoming a man?
The first thing I noticed was one lone, black hair growing from my chest. I plucked it. It came back. Then, while plucking my unibrow one day I noticed more dark, little hairs growing from my chin. Then on my upper lip. Yesterday while putting on lotion I saw them on the top of my foot!
In a year I will look like Frodo Baggins.
Many of you have voiced your disappointment in my new photo above. And to be honest, I don't like it either. I noticed how thick my neck has become. How large my nose looks. How manly my jaw seems.
I look like a drag queen.
I know to many I don't seem like it, but I am girly. Really, I am.
A friend asked me once where Sister got her girly-girl ways. "You don't seem that way," she said, not trying to be unkind.
Let's see. Uh...her dad?
It was me. ME! I'm a girl!! My appearance may tell you otherwise. but it's true. I don't grow facial hair by choice. I don't dress this way because I like it. And doing my hair and makeup would be grand, but I showered and put on deoderant. I can't even seem to fit that in every day.
Oh, to be young, beautiful and feminine again.
Perhaps I should start with shaving my feet.