Glad to be a Girl

Every Sunday I remember how glad I am to be a girl.
Yes, it's true, there are some aspects of being a female that are not so appealing: but for the most part, I am a genuine girlie-girl.
I will admit that there are some weeks that go by when I don't use my hair dryer at all... I am NOT a morning person, and sometimes 7:30am comes far too soon, and I forfeit my "hair-doing time" for a few more blessed minutes in bed....HOWEVER, every Sunday I have the opportunity the get dressed up in my Sunday Best and wake up with loads of time for hair-doing. I absolutely love Sundays. They are by far my favourite day of the week. (For many reasons.. not just the fact that I have more time in the mornings!)
Seriously, is there anything better than putting on a cute little dress, slipping into a pair of heels, and pinning up your hair? No. I completely believe that no girl can feel more pretty, or flirty, or fun than when she is wearing a dress.
Any post with this title could not be complete without a thank you to all the aunts, my mom, and other women in my life who, by example, have taught me how to be a girl; not to say that I magically skipped over age 14 and the first horrible eyebrow plucking experience, but still, I would like to think I made it out alright. So thank you to my Mom who, after much pleading, took me to get my ears pierced on my seventh birthday; thank you to my Aunty Laura, who on my 14th birthday taught me the magic of M.A.C.; thank you to my Aunty Rachel who gave me my first layered hair cut, and thank you to everyone who miraculously still loves me even after putting up with me during the years from age 12 to 15.
I feel for every girl with little bits of toilet paper stuck all over her ankles because she just shaved her legs for the first time, for every girl who passes WAAAYYY over the black eyeliner limit upon her introduction to it, for every girl who goes through the "hoodies at church is cool" phase - I promise, you WILL get through this!

I suppose this post should really have waited until I am out of my teenage years; with just over a year to go, I can not yet say that I've lived through every teenage experience. I can only hope that I will be able to survive young adulthood as well- hopefully with a little more poise this time!