Posted on July 2, 2012
Some days, you get home from work, make yourself a list of to-do’s, determined to be that girl. That girl who gets a lot done and makes it look easy.
You try to not be that girl who avoids working on her ‘to do’ list, and watches 2 hours of the Bachelorette instead.
You try to not be that girl who prefers Gap underwear over all that frilly stuff.
You try to not be that girl who downloads the third Fifty Shades book on their phone, because damnit, that writing is so bad. Next page.
You try to not be that girl who wallows like a baby after she moves away from her friends, because you’re too old for that.
You try to not be that girl who needs those Dries Van Noten shoes, because they’re so damn pretty. And because you’re above fashion, and spending hundreds of dollars on one pair of shoes is just ridiculous. And just because you’re saving millions (or what feels like it) of dollars on rent, doesn’t mean you blow it on shoes.
You try to write your weekend recap post, but can’t because you found Manstagram, and it’s almost midnight.
What do you guys think of my self-portrait? All at once, I realize…I’m totally that girl.