Admittedly- I dress like a girl. I wear skirts- dresses… heels. Every day.
I own yoga pants… I just don’t wear them to the grocery store.
I wear perfume. I paint my toenails.
I’m just that girl.
You’d have thought I was walking through the grocery store naked today, for all the dirty looks I got from women.
I was uncomfortable after the third one… but that was only the beginning.
A woman walked by with her husband and he smiled at me. I looked at her and smiled… but she glared at me and looked down at my shoes.
I started to laugh. I’d stopped that morning and bought the cute little blue and white sundress I have on and it’s cute- but jeez- my $14 dress was bringing out the haters in record numbers.
I’m amazed that women are so critical of each other. When I see a beautiful woman: I tell her she’s pretty. If I like her dress/shoes/bag/etc… I tell her I like it. Why not? It doesn’t make me look bad because I like what she has on. It makes you look like a bitch when you glare at someone because they look good.
and it was a bitch convention at Safeway this afternoon.
My sister and I catch some nasty looks when we go out together… I think it’s kind of funny. Five years ago it would have affected what I wore out- but at this point?
It cracks me up…Occasionally I even blow them a kiss.
Don’t hate honey, keep up.
Behind every successful person, lies a pack of haters. Jealous people only hate the things they can’t have, and the people they can’t be… so its sort of a compliment if you think about it.
I pushed the cart towards the front of the store and past a woman looking through the avocados. She looked up. I smiled at her… and she smiled back…
W- Great dress.
We’re not all bitches.