The Girl With The Bow

This isn’t me and I’m not talking about the picture. I’ve never been the one to really love fashion. I love dresses! Every year I would go to Grand March for Prom just to see all the pretty dresses. Some of the girls go with the theme of prom, like my class did. Pretty much every girl in my Junior class had an animal print dress on and our theme was ironically “Welcome To The Jungle.” This year’s prom theme was a romantic themed, I’m not sure what it was called exactly, but all the girls wore what I call “sweet” dresses. Mostly were red and white symbolizing love.

I can’t stand makeup. Like, at all. I don’t like how every girl has to put on makeup just to feel somewhat pretty. I’m thinking in my head, “just go naked!” My sister has her days where she won’t wear makeup at all. Which is good because she is beautiful naturally. Then sometimes she just wears mascara and blush and she’s good to go. At least now she doesn’t put 10 pounds of mascara on her eyes like she use to.

I am in love with bows. I don’t know why exactly. Anytime I see a bow I think it’s too girly, but yet everytime I blog about high heels or look at magazines just for the pretty ball gowns I think I go over the “not girly” line. I can’t help it. I’ve never felt good enough or think I have the right style, but yet I don’t care about that anyways. It’s how I use to feel. Now everytime I see something cute online I automatically want to buy it. I’ve never been a high maintence girl. I mean like, I’ve always been a music-buying kind of girl. Now I actually look at clothes and look at the prices, but if it’s over $35 I put it back. I’m definitely a celerance type of chick. This is what shopping at Walmart does to you.

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