Tonight Jill and Dana, the biff's, are coming to visit. I am extremely excited! I don't see them nearly enough. Kelly Hayyynes is also coming home from UMass-Amherst tonight, sometime around midnight. Hopefully we will see her, if not some point before the weekend ends. Tonight's plans are somewhat up in the air still. I just know that Jill and Dana are coming to hang out with Mike, Davey, and I. Then again, when we make solid plans, they rarely actually fully come through. Something always changes. Like I said, my life is rediculous, and I like it that way.
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On a more serious note. Let's take down part of the wall, and be vulnerable for a moment, shall we? Little did Mike know last night that something he said to me would still be on my mind today. In the midst of some lovely, relaxing us time, he took my glasses off my face and just looked at me for a moment. Then he says to me, "I know why you wear that eye makeup." I was quiet for a moment, unsure of if he was going to continue. He just kept looking at me, so I said, "Oh yeah? Why?" and he replied with, "You can hide behind it." On a separate occasion, he once said to me, "Why on earth do you hide such pretty eyes behind these glasses?"
He's right in a sense. Like any other girl, I have my insecurities about my looks. Most of my childhood, I was not the "pretty girl." I was the smart, quiet girl with "potential." I was friends with geeks, weirdos, and the popular kids. I got along with everyone- still do. While I consider my eyes to be my best feature, I still "hide" them. I am still not one to "flaunt what I've got." I have been told on many occasion that I look better with contacts- I still wear glasses though. I still have the child inside of me saying, "You're not as pretty as that one, why bother?"
Silly, I know. But true in a sense.
Don't get me wrong. I don't get scared that someone prettier will come along and "steal my man." I just get worried I guess to make it more noticeable to everyone.
He's right in a sense. Like any other girl, I have my insecurities about my looks. Most of my childhood, I was not the "pretty girl." I was the smart, quiet girl with "potential." I was friends with geeks, weirdos, and the popular kids. I got along with everyone- still do. While I consider my eyes to be my best feature, I still "hide" them. I am still not one to "flaunt what I've got." I have been told on many occasion that I look better with contacts- I still wear glasses though. I still have the child inside of me saying, "You're not as pretty as that one, why bother?"
Silly, I know. But true in a sense.
Don't get me wrong. I don't get scared that someone prettier will come along and "steal my man." I just get worried I guess to make it more noticeable to everyone.
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