Month: November 2022

Growing up, we were taught that in order to be considered a “Beautiful Girl”, you had to grow your hair long, put on tons of makeup, wear a nice perfume, act sexually alluring, and be submissive to your man.

That doesn’t work for me, even if I wanted it to. I have multiple chemical sensitivities, so I can forget about putting on perfume or makeup. I wash my hair every single night and I like having short hair. I do listen to my man, growing up with a father who is a male chauvinist (I still love you dearly, Dad). However, I was raised in Western countries, where women are also allowed to have a voice, so I’m kinda mixed in that sense.

I was also raised in a culture where “Saving Face” is very important to a man. Therefore, I will let my man have his say when we’re out and about. However, once we’re home, I’m the Queen. My ex actually kind of understands that and respects that unspoken rule we have, which is pretty cool.

As I grow older, I start to contemplate what truly makes a “Beautiful Girl”? I believe now that it is someone who lives an authentic life, and honors their truth. Being an empath, I am constantly aware of what is expected of me to say and do, even if it’s against what I believe in. Now, I’m reminding myself each and every day to live my authentic self and to honor my truth. How can I expect others to respect me and love me if I can’t even respect and love myself? How can I truly respect and love others, if I can’t even do that for myself?

Here’s to a Beautiful Girl! 🌹

Beautiful Girl

~ Pete Droge & the Sinners

I woke up near rittenhouse square
There was noise in the hall; snow was flowing in the air
And I could see just then the flashing spark
Of the match to my first smoke

Some houses are built to last
It’s the couple inside that change too fast
I can see their faces looking through the glass
They’re not where they belong

I want to stay with you, babe.
Won’t you let me stay?
You’re a beautiful girl.
I’m right where I belong, babe.
I’m here with you.
You’re a beautiful girl.

I see your feet at the edge of the bed
While an old love song is creeping into your head
And as your eyes just closed I could only guess
If you were dreaming of me again

Stained glass casts a flickering light
With the curtains closed I can’t tell if it’s night
But I know for sure that this sure feels right
With you here between my arms

I want to stay with you, babe.
Won’t you let me stay?
You’re a beautiful girl.
I’m right where I belong, babe.
I’m here with you.
You’re a beautiful girl.

And I hope that you can take me
When I’m going out of my head.
And I hope that you will keep me
Keep me warm in your bed.