Am I a girly girl? I asked the BFF. And the answer was no. You are neither a girly girl nor a tomboy. You sit somewhere in the middle. Not that there is anything wrong being either but extremities of any kind make me uncomfortable!
There was a time I viewed the world with rose tinted glasses. I read and wrote mushy poetry. And basically called myself a hopeless romantic. Then the real world happened and I guess I got a bit grounded into reality. There was a time I had absolutely zero patience with mush. I still don’t for most part. I was cynical and prided myself on being logical and unmoved by mush. Now for me, pigtails and excessive pink and fluff and mush symbolised “girly” in the wrong way. Someone at work said that I’d have pegged you as a tomboy and I was like “whoa!!”
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That is when I realised that she had always seen me with my group of male colleagues. All my neighbours at work and I get along with them just fine. Now that does not make me a tomboy. Right? The same way that enjoying makeup talk and gossip with me lady colleagues does not make me “girly”I think I have found my balance, my comfort zone… and happy with that!