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I’m Pleasant When I’m Girly
I should probably be careful with how often I speak of how girliness equals happiness because that’s not always true. I am a happier person in general when I get to be myself. I have a sense of contentment when I’m dressed girly. I have a delight within my soul when I’m acting girly. For the most part, it could be true than I’m a happier person when I can be girly. But the better way to think of it might be to say that I a much more pleasant person when I get to shine in femininity. If people would give me the chance, they’d probably find out that they’d rather be around my girliness than my disguise of manliness.
Have a happy girly day, my friends!
CandiHart
I’m Not Fancy, but I Like to Feel Pretty
I’m not really into the fancy, formal, glamour of girliness, but I do enjoy feeling pretty. I’m also more of a casual, androgynous, dare I say tom-boyish girly boy. That’s kind of weird to think of it that way, isn’t it?Â
Regardless, even in my most casual or workout dress, I like feeling pretty. I don’t necessarily think of myself as pretty, but that’s more vanity speaking than my heart. I’m an athletic guy. I don’t have soft features. I’m not chiseled by any means, but I’m also not dainty. So, to appear “pretty” as a girl would, it just doesn’t happen for me–at least not as I would wish (again, vanity speaking). I love to feel pretty, though. I love the process, the clothing, the trying and testing to be pretty. I love the lighter and softer fabrics. I love the fit and flow of women’s clothing. I like to feel decorated instead of just being bland.Â
So, even though I’m not hooked into the evening gowns and heels and I may feel more in place casually with comfort and cuteness, I still like to feel pretty. I’m a girly boy. I like to feel pretty.
Have a wonderful week, girlies!
CandieHart