i love being a girl*
stacie...the schmoopy girl, canon digital rebel xti
i was thinking today about how i love being a girl.
female, woman, feminine, girl.
i love it when my hair is up in a messy bun...and loose tendrils fall.
i love it when my ruffly free people skirt swirls when i do twirls up in my studio.
i love feeling free to be mushy squishy and snuggly with my girlfriends.
i love tossing my hair and giving you that sexy grin.
i love crawling into bed like a kitty cat and whispering in my husbands ear.
i love getting a glance in the mirror and not being afraid of my curves.
i love crying when i am happy.
crying when i am sad.
crying when i just feel like crying.
i love the smell of essential oils in my hair,
and the feeling of my skin when scented lotion is lathered all over.
i love that my closet is full of pinks, reds, embroidered, floral and flowy fabric.
i love feeling small wrapped up in my husbands arms.
i love playing dress up.
i love that i can be and feel all of this,
and also kick ass like a boy.