I’ve been trying to come up with my New Year Resolutions. Not that I take them very seriously during the year. It’s just that I’ve been doing it for so long that it just feels so wrong not to do it. Maybe my resolution would be to stop making resolutions. Hmmmmmm … but where’s the fun in that?
So far, I’ve come up with one. One I’ve vocalized to my friends and one I actually thought of at the strike of 00:01 of 2006. I’m resolving to be a G-I-R-L. :D
No, I was not confused of my gender or even inclined to follow the more graceful path. I’ve known I was woman since I grew breasts. I’ve been shaping to be pretty inside and girlish beauty had not manifested itself on the outside. I’ve decided I needed to be more girl-like, not in act or in creed, but in the way I dress. I’ve realized that my sisters’ criticisms of me have made me cower in front of gowns, huff and puff when trying out new clothes and break into hives when putting on make-up. It wasn’t because I was allergic to being a fashionista. It was more because I lacked the practice of being the fashionista. I never really tried to be one.
I thought I was unique in my jeans and t-shirt. Enter Queer Eye for the Straight Dee. Comfort had always been my priority that I’ve stopped craving for the attractive. I seldom measured comfort and aesthetics to be equal. They are after all, not alien to each other. Maybe it is high time I let them get to know each other more intimately.
Step 1: Start wearing heels
Step 2: Stop buying jeans and T-shirts and opt for slacks and blouses
So I went out after work and bought myself three blouses today with just 300 pesos at the 100 Peso Shop. Never felt this happy to be shopping. My sisters are now conspiring to borrow my cute blouse and so I will be locking by closet from now on. :)
So, I hereby declare resolution 1 launched. I’m going to start dressing my age. Goodbye flats. Hello platforms.
What inspired this resolution? See for yourself. I soooooo love the new shoes I got for the Bacolod wedding!