dress up doll

What girl doesn’t like to dress up? To feel pretty? To prance around in a dress with hair, make-up, and nails done? Well, I didn’t.
I’ve always been a simple girl. A “plain Jane.” Almost homely. I’ve never been one to take a long time to get ready. Rarely even brush my hair (it lays nicely without). Hardly ever wear makeup; basically only on special occasions. Never wear dresses, ever. Part lazy, never wanting to take the time. Part overly secure, feeling so comfortable in my own skin, never feeling the need to dress it up. Partly insecure, feeling I couldn’t pull of a more put-together appearance.
I have recently had a change of heart. I never envied the SoCal girls with their fake orange tans, long bleach blonde hair, miniskirts, clear plastic spike heels, and caked on make-up faces. I do, however, admire the classy woman with her well groomed appearance, elegant walk, and cute pair of shoes!
In all my years of not wearing make up, fixing my hair, or wearing dresses, I seem to have lost a feminine quality. I look at the women I admire and I realize that I don’t carry myself the same way. I lack the poise they exude. They have a radiance which I do not shine.
I’ve always made the excuse that I’m comfortable. Comfortable in jeans. Comfortable without makeup. Comfortable being me. And while that is all very true, I failed to acknowledge the possibility that I can be my comfortable self in a dress, made up, with a proud stature. I can still be myself in heels. I don’t have to lose my personality when I change my clothes.
While I know I will not live my life in the polar extreme of fashion from where I stand now, I do plan to incorporate more feminine attributes into my appearance.