So it's not exactly a well-kept secret that I'm not the most feminine girl in the world. On top of that, I would hardly call myself graceful. I get dizzy with vertigo when I walk in stilettos (or at least, that's the kindest explanation for why I cannot stay on my feet for more than a minute after I wear them). I am basically Gracie Hart, Jr. Not to be mean to myself or anything, but there it is.
Except that I own dresses and I DO own a brush.
But the reason I'm mentioning all of this is because that's changed ever since I came to college.Gone Less common are the days when I pulled on a sweatshirt and jeans and left the apartment and walked around looking like I'd just rolled out of bed. Especially after landing my TA job, I've found myself paying a lot more attention to my appearance and deciding that what the hell- if it's going to be a trying day anyway, I might as well charge through it with some style.
Sweatpants are being replaced with skinny jeans. My sneakers are vying with boots and flats for my attention. Even though I never thought I'd see the day I started bringing more lace into my wardrobe, apparently that day has dawned with a glorious sunrise.
And while we're on the topic of things I never thought I would do in my lifetime- I modeled a dress. Of my own volition. And loved every minute of it (except the parts where I was scared shitless I'd fall on my face and humiliate myself, but all the rest).
The Red Dress Fashion Show is an event organized by the Women's Awareness Month Committee every year to raise awareness about women's heart health. (Heart disease is the number one killer of women in the United States. I didn't know that. I thought it was breast cancer.) The committee was looking for women to volunteer to model. Feeling very out of my element but deciding to give it a try, especially because heart disease is a big problem for women in my family, I decided to sign up. It wasn't intimidating at all, I got to meet some really nice girls, and what's more, I had fun. From the first rehearsal to practicing with my roommates the night before to the last-minute dash to do my makeup and look good to actually getting out on the catwalk and strutting my stuff, I had SO much fun. And it was eye-opening because I would never have expected to be able to pull it off.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still a Gracie. I work the punching bag and yell obnoxiously at the TV when I'm watching sports, and I still have jeans-sweatshirt-hair-up-in-ponytail-because-I-didn't-brush-it days, but I've gotten out of that mindset that the uniform of a college student who works her ass off and doesn't sleep some nights is bleary eyes and baggy clothes. You can either drag yourself through your mornings, or you can take them on with flair. It takes some determination to manage to look good even if you're looking at the world through three-hours-of-sleep-last-night glasses, but it makes you feel much better. Plus it turns heads. And I always find that I feel much more confident and energetic and I can take on whatever this godforsaken college has to throw at me.
Mission accomplished.
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Except that I own dresses and I DO own a brush.
But the reason I'm mentioning all of this is because that's changed ever since I came to college.
Sweatpants are being replaced with skinny jeans. My sneakers are vying with boots and flats for my attention. Even though I never thought I'd see the day I started bringing more lace into my wardrobe, apparently that day has dawned with a glorious sunrise.
And while we're on the topic of things I never thought I would do in my lifetime- I modeled a dress. Of my own volition. And loved every minute of it (except the parts where I was scared shitless I'd fall on my face and humiliate myself, but all the rest).
The Red Dress Fashion Show is an event organized by the Women's Awareness Month Committee every year to raise awareness about women's heart health. (Heart disease is the number one killer of women in the United States. I didn't know that. I thought it was breast cancer.) The committee was looking for women to volunteer to model. Feeling very out of my element but deciding to give it a try, especially because heart disease is a big problem for women in my family, I decided to sign up. It wasn't intimidating at all, I got to meet some really nice girls, and what's more, I had fun. From the first rehearsal to practicing with my roommates the night before to the last-minute dash to do my makeup and look good to actually getting out on the catwalk and strutting my stuff, I had SO much fun. And it was eye-opening because I would never have expected to be able to pull it off.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still a Gracie. I work the punching bag and yell obnoxiously at the TV when I'm watching sports, and I still have jeans-sweatshirt-hair-up-in-ponytail-because-I-didn't-brush-it days, but I've gotten out of that mindset that the uniform of a college student who works her ass off and doesn't sleep some nights is bleary eyes and baggy clothes. You can either drag yourself through your mornings, or you can take them on with flair. It takes some determination to manage to look good even if you're looking at the world through three-hours-of-sleep-last-night glasses, but it makes you feel much better. Plus it turns heads. And I always find that I feel much more confident and energetic and I can take on whatever this godforsaken college has to throw at me.
Mission accomplished.
~*Heat*~
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