While it would be nice to be considered as hot and sexy,
I don’t get why I should force myself to go to dark places where young people
smoke like chimneys and drink themselves incoherent, and where the music is
dangerously ear-shattering. No offense. I do enjoy being in the clubs once in a
while. But truth be told, I have never been a “clubbing” person. It’s not
something I’d prefer to be doing on a Friday night. I like peace and quiet, and
smoke-free places, and coffee shops where jazz music plays softly in the
background so you can easily share a conversation with friends without yelling
on top of your lungs. I prefer going to the movies, checking out new dining
places, having road trips and singing in the car. I prefer sweating it out in
the gym rather than sweating in a sea of scantily-clad bodies. And now that I’m
a mom, I prefer spending time with my little girl, taking her to Gymboree, or
walking her to the park.
This is me. Simply me. While I enjoy the occasional
drinking fest, getting drunk and feeling carefree, I’m really made of sunshine
and nature and butterflies and candy. Not cigarettes and wine and heavy makeup
and stilettos.
Should I be judged because I’m made this way? Does this
make me a boring person? Does this make me any less of a woman? I’d like to
think that the way I am, this lifestyle I lead, plus the fact that I’m already
a mom, makes me all-woman. 100% woman. Now THAT is sexy. Don’t you think?
Just saying.
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