Big Girls

Ugh. I still have an ugly bump red, bruised bump on my head from where it hit the corner, so clearly I won't be caught dead in any photos for a while until my head heals. It has, like...red spots on it. Did I break a blood vessel or something? The bump should be gone soon, but the bruising will probably need to be covered up. And I hate face makeup.

Speaking of that.

I noticed that the mark of people growing up, girls in particular, is a change in priorities. For example, there's a certain point in a girl's life where she's concerned with brandname makeup, and blowing paychecks on clothes that are more expensive than they need to be. Then, the girl grows up and it becomes more about what furniture and appliances look best in her home, and what's practical to wear to class or to work.

I have mixed feelings about never hitting that first phase and skipping to the second. I feel like a freak for the fact that I hardly ever feel comfortable buying any single article of clothing that costs more than 20 dollars. I grimace at heavy makeup in the daytime.

And then I realize I'm lucky, because I have my eyes on what matters, and I don't need to force myself to be that way. I think the way I am is a good way to be, and I only wish that other people out there could handle it instead of judging me for it.