Why is it so hard being a woman?
Maybe being a woman is not so hard. Maybe the unrealistic expectations that society attach to the idea of what a woman should be like is causing all the problems.
I’m pale by birth. I don’t know if it’s because I was bitten by some Edward Cullen type vampire but it’s definitely not because I’m anemic. So unless I put on a handful (yes, handful) of blush on the apple of my cheeks to give my self some color, I’m continuously bothered by male colleagues to go and freshen up. Translation: Go to the powder room and come back with a face we can all look at.
Because that’s how women should be like. All dolled up, with perfect hair, perfect waxed skin and perfect everything. Perfect, perfect, perfuckt more like.
I mean, I am very sorry but not everyone can look like Katy Perry all the time. RIGHT?
Maybe I don’t wan’t to put blush on my pale-than-Bella-Swan skin.
And maybe I don’t want to put on extreme, three colored eye shades that make people question if I am from the circus.
And I don’t wear earrings because my ears hurt after I do. Also, none of your business.
And maybe I don’t want to get a bikini wax because the last time I did it left me traumatized and I would rather lay on a train track with a train approaching than go through it again.
And maybe I don’t want to go to the gym so I could get a six-pack like your ex-girlfriend.
Oh this is exhausting…
I will eventually give in though, applying color to my colorless cheeks and getting all those unwanted hair striped off at an honest-to-god expensive salon that won’t be good for my honest-to-god wallet and straightening my hair so no one could see my naturally wavy hair.
I will give in because I’m weak and powerless over society and their unrealistic expectations.
Aaaaah. I hate this.
I just read this over. It looks like a sarcastic-not-sarcastic post. Or should I say #sarcasticnotsarcastic. God, I hate hashtags.
P.S This is just a rant. Don’t take me seriously I didn’t have my coffee this morning.