Why do I feel like I have to give up who I am in order to find a man who will accept me for who I am? The funny part is, I know that once people get to know me, they like me. I know that I'm not the most feminine woman on the planet, but I've tried being that way and it's way out of my comfort zone. Not something I want to try again. I like who I am, and I like how I dress. Why can't everyone else feel the same way? I wear jeans, just like all the other girls. The difference being that mine are a little baggy and have holes in the knees. I wear tennis shoes just like all the other girls. The difference being that mine are black and white checked, typically associated with punk. I wear t-shirts, just like all the other girls. The difference being that mine have funny sayings on them, like "Scratch and Sniff" or "Swallows" or some other variation of humor. I wear hooded jackets when it's chilly out, just like all the other girls. The difference being that mine is a little oversized and has a patch on it that says "Rock Out With Your Cock Out" accompanied by a picture of a rooster. I'm not that different than all the other girls, but I have my own edge. I know that people stereotype me. It's human nature. Guys can say that they know whether or not they'd like a girl based on her style of dress. But that's entirely untrue and unfair. That's basically saying that the only reason you'd be interested in someone is because they are well-dressed, based on what your idea of well-dressed is. When did humans become this shallow? I know that people probably look at me, my clothes, and my tattoos and assume that I'm some rebellious punk, and that I'm irresponsible or possibly that I do drugs or drink or party a lot, and that couldn't be farther from the truth. I just like my clothes. I have complete and utter respect for authority. I don't talk back or give attitudes to those in charge. I do, however, stand up for what I believe in. Unfortunately, there are still people in this world who view that as rebellion. I drink maybe twice a year, and I don't even allow myself to get drunk. I go to the bar every Saturday and I drink coke... sometimes water. I haven't touched an illegal substance since I was 16. My biggest vice is smoking cigarettes. Woo. I am responsible. I take care of my shit. I always put my son before me. He is well dressed, well fed, well educated, and well loved. I pay my bills on time. I work first and play later. I keep a clean house. I do my homework. I've always done well in every job I've ever had. And so much more.
So what gives? When did clothing become more important than the person? When will a great man finally see me for who I am, and accept it? How many more years of my life will I spend being misunderstood? I refuse to conform. I love me.
So what gives? When did clothing become more important than the person? When will a great man finally see me for who I am, and accept it? How many more years of my life will I spend being misunderstood? I refuse to conform. I love me.