Sometimes, I loathe being a girl. I get into these ridiculous mood swings, I get tired of trying to live up to an unrealistic standard of beauty, I try to get my brain to think on more abstract levels like a guy (doesn’t work so well…I’m out of practice, darn it! Need more math and science!), I feel like I am always the needy one…blah.
And sometimes, I love being a girl. I love the open community I have with my best friends at SAU, I treasure being able to talk to them just about anything, I enjoy dressing up and getting “beautified”, I thrive on emotional depth and intimacy, art and creativity. The little, simple, homemaker tasks of life delight me – cooking a meal, cleaning dishes, arranging a space, hosting people, having a good conversation, crocheting, knitting, caring for children.
Boys and girls…males and females. Different, necessary. I am happy to be who I am.