This One's For the (Not so) Girlie Girls

You know of whom I speak.

Those girls that come into work every morning, looking picture perfect, their platinum fingers wrapped around an ornate mug of Starbucks coffee. Their hair is coiffed, their lashes are dark and curled, their eyeshadow matches their retro skirt and mini heels. Meanwhile, you straighten your Def Leopard shirt, wrinkled from being tossed against the floor too many times. You secretly hope that wearing the same shirt every two days will make it look like you have an extensive wardrobe. The girls begin to chat about how many calories they injested for breakfast, proudly displaying the other half of the bagel that they defeated by not eating. You're rubbing the zit on your chin, cursing yourself for eating the entire bag of Ruffles the night before. They notice you standing there, shuffling your feet, but what is there to say? "Hi, my name is Leslie and I'm a dirty pig, so hand me that donut"? So you don't say anything, which makes them think you're shy and stilted. You look at their tan toes peeking from little stillettos, and you rethink your practical choice of padded sneakers. For one moment, you wish you were "Miss Perky-Go-Getter" than "Miss Put-It-In-A-Ponytail". But at the end of the day, you are who you are. Might as well embrace it and surround yourself with people who do the same. Know what I mean?

Jason embraces and loves who I am, especially the low-maintenance part of me. If I apply the slightest makeup, he will scrunch his nose and say, "Ew, makeup! You don't need it. You're beautiful without it." He encouraged me to wear sneakers instead of heels or flip flops because "I think it'll help your back much more." He even turned me against shirts that showed too much cleavage. He tells me I'm sexy when we wake up in the morning and when we fall asleep. He finds me so attractive that he believes that every man who talks to me has an ulterior motive, which has led to fights about his irrational jealousy and discomfort around my male friends. But even in those fights, I know how blessed I am to be so deeply adored. Thanks baby. Love you too.