I'm getting ready to go on holidays tomorrow. Yesterday- Color hair, and cut, mani-pedi, eyebrow wax, bikini shave. Today, laundry and pack.
My neighbor asked me if I ever miss just being able to throw on pants and a tee and be done with it. (ie: do I ever miss being a guy)
The answer is simple- If I was twice as high maintanance, I will still never, ever, ever miss being a guy. I never leave the house without makeup, I'm a slave to fashion, have a major purse fetish, and I wear pearls with jeans. And it never gets old, or too much work, or boring. I adore every step of the process of being me, cause...well...it's me.
At the end of the day, I take off my makeup, and cleanse my face, I look in the mirror, and I think to myself...I'm the luckiest girl in the world.