I don't consider myself a very high-maintenance girl, but I guess when it comes down to it there are certain things that place me under that category.
When it comes to my appearance, I will almost never go out in public wearing sweats, not even if I'm just walking two blocks and back (exception: going to something like dance practice). I almost never leave my house without at least eyeliner on. I can't go out without straightening or curling my hair. And I hate going out in public wearing my glasses (contacts ftw!).
A lot of things over the course of my life have caused me to adopt these certain rules of my physical appearance. For example, I always wear eyeliner because when I was younger a friend told me that I look pretty with makeup on (haha, we are still friends. In fact, he's one of my best. He meant no harm!). Also, in high school I'd go to school without eyeliner (due to me being late so much) and people would think that I was tired or that I had been crying. Nowadays I sacrifice being late to class in order to feel okay with my physical appearance--I have to be comfortable with what I'm wearing, my hair always has to be dried and straightened/curled, and my eyes have to have eyeliner.
I guess it's one of those, look good-feel good personal ideologies. I don't necessarily put A LOT of work into the way I look, but I do spend some time on it daily.
The reason I bring this up is because today around 1130am Paolo called me and asked me to go to lunch with him. I hadn't yet showered because I plan on being home all day and getting work done, neither of which requires me to shower. Of course, I had no makeup on and my hair was all frizzled (I did manage to put my contacts on though!). I told him this, and he told me it didn't matter. When I saw him, I was all fussy about the way I looked and he said, "Why? You look good."
Hearing him tell me that I look good made me feel so much more at ease. I know words are just words and he could have just been telling me I look good to shut me up, but I'm glad he did because yes, words are words, but sometimes they really go a long way.
Point of the story 1:
Appearance isn't everything. DUH. I know this, but I've gotten so used to my daily routine of putting time into the way I look that I don't want to change it. It really is a personal thing. I like going out in public feeling like I look nice. It's moreso for my own benefit than for others'.
Point of the story 2:
Paolo really knows how to make me happy. Seriously. Even in my ugliest times he still manages to make me feel beautiful. Cheesy enough for you? Hehe.
Well, that's all the time I have today for personal stories.
Ciao, for now.
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2 comments:
aww... that is such a sweet story.
i hope you can break the habit. it's way less stressful, less to worry about.
it's great to walk out in your sweats, still-wet-from-showering hair, and no make up and know you've never looked better. ;) haha
or maybe i just think that because i'm a bum and i go out like whateva. =X
this is such a cute story! paolo ftw.
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