fun to be me

sometimes i feel like i got handed the short straw when it comes to gender.  living with a boy for the past year and a half has made me more aware than ever of the differences between girls and boys.

like how i have to get up many many many minutes earlier to be ready at the exact same time, 

mainly due to how my hair looks like a lifeless animal if i don't blow dry it

or how i go through a million outfits trying to suit my mood

and how on top of that i seem to have a hundred more layers of clothing to put on

and all the other unmentionables, you get the idea.

well recently i find myself looking at a blog - actually a tumbler - that makes me feel like it is oh so fun to be a girl.  call me silly or anti-feminist or whatever, i like it.

fun to wear bows and dresses and eat breakfast in bed, fun to be a mom {though not for me yet}, fun to wear bright colored tights and shoes and lay in the grass, fun to have girlfriends, and fun to be in love.