It's that time of year at my school... No not flu season, finals, or even Christmas. It's time for Winter Cotillion, a magical dance for girls and a dreaded event for most boys.
As if they weren't clueless enough already, boys don't understand that it takes time to find a dress, shoes, and to figure out the little details.
My best friend's boyfriend is dragging his feet about asking her and I've tried to explain that you have to go through this...
To get this...
If the male species only knew what women go through just to look good for them.
Between the plucking, drying, painting, brushing, poking, prodding, waxing, dying, zipping, clipping, clasping, and tying, it gets tiring.
Only after all of this has been accomplished is when we realize that we'll be lucky if they even notice that we're wearing make-up.
That's okay though because I think some small part of us does it just for us. Because we feel better about ourselves and know that we do look amazing even if we're the only ones that know it.
One day they'll look back at the pictures and think "Wow, she really was beautiful that night.."
But for now, girls are here to keep each other sane when we don't get the recognition that we want ;)
Between the plucking, drying, painting, brushing, poking, prodding, waxing, dying, zipping, clipping, clasping, and tying, it gets tiring.
Only after all of this has been accomplished is when we realize that we'll be lucky if they even notice that we're wearing make-up.
That's okay though because I think some small part of us does it just for us. Because we feel better about ourselves and know that we do look amazing even if we're the only ones that know it.
One day they'll look back at the pictures and think "Wow, she really was beautiful that night.."
But for now, girls are here to keep each other sane when we don't get the recognition that we want ;)
All dressed up with somewhere to go
-Assumsion
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