Did you hear that? It was the sound of me bashing my own skull against my coffee table. There I was, sipping Bengal Spice tea,...Read More
On Being a Girl
*Note: Boys, you might want to avert your eyes. This post contains girly-specific information.*
There are many cool things about being a chick, mostly having to do with fashion opportunities and intuition, like
- black eyeliner and lots of mascara
- leopard print clothing and accessories
- the ability to wear high heels or Converse, as the mood strikes
- pretty underthings with lace and sparkles and other doodads
- having empathy
- the opportunity to be both nurturing and practical
Balancing it all out?
Plus, the bloating, moodiness, carb and salt cravings, sleeplessness, and the belief that no one has ever been uglier, loser-y-er, or lamer than you. Ever, ever, ever.
Simple tasks become difficult. Difficult tasks are nearly impossible. Dropping things is de riguer, and there is no table corner, no doorway, no step, no ledge that is not an elbow- or knee- or shin-bashing hazard. Hail the new bruises, not earned through athletic triumph but via hormone-induced clumsiness.
These are the gifts of receding estrogen and progesterone.
Every four weeks, like a fucking clock, tinkered into sadistic perfection by the devil himself.
Which makes any workout all the more challenging. I do my best to muscle through on most days, but sometimes, you just gotta take a knee (to borrow a phrase from football) and take a rest day. Curl up with a cup of tea, perhaps a cat, a snuggly blanket, and definitely a good book.
It’s great to be a woman!