I feel rather lost at times and like the world around me has lost all it’s luster and has become dull and dirty like gems of a well worn necklace. I look at things of the past when glamor was everywhere and and women put effort into their appearance. I’m not slagging women on this matter, but more society. Maybe it’s that with the computers and technology of the world we as humans have become cold and fatalistic. People no longer feel that dressing up, and putting an effort out there is important, why bother, what’s the point? So instead people just throw on baggy jeans a t-shirt and sneakers. Women throw their hair into ponytails grab a messenger bag.

I almost feel like the art of putting together a flawless outfit is dying out, women no longer care if their belt matches their shoes and purse. Wearing a stylish hat means a baseball cap with the latest sports teams logo on it.I know that many women I have talked to feel that this is because now that we are liberated women we don’t have to dress up for men. we no longer have to wear fancy heels and stalkings or do our hair to be appealing to men anymore. Furthermore that women who do dress up, or wear heels all the time, making sure to put an effort out there at all times are degrading themselves. That the make up and nails and heels are just to flaunt their bodies at men. What ever happened to the idea of dressing up and looking nice for yourself? I know that everyday that I go out wearing heels and make up, my hair is done, my purse shoes and belt co-ordinate, not because it pleases men(I couldn’t give a sparrows fart about what men think) but because it pleases me.

I do it because I like the way the make up evens out my skin, covers blemishes, and provides protection from the sun. I like the way the colors on my eyes and lips emphasize their beauty and curves, the colors complementing my own natural colors. I wear the heels because I love the way they make my calves and legs look muscular(and because I actually have naturally short tendons in my heels and have always needed atleats a 1 inch heel on my shoes or I’m in pain.) I like the coordination because it make the over all look that much more phenomenal, and also because I am a Virgo and I care about such things. I do my hair so that it’s the most pleasing to my face it make me look all the more better. I do it all because of the way it makes me feel. I won’t lie it is also pleasing when i see a man reacts in a positive many to my overall appearance, but this is even because I know I didn’t do it for him.

It’s kind of like Eve Enslers Monologue “My Short Skirt” from The Vagina Monologues. My appearance is all for me as is everything underneath it!

My Short Skirt by Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

It is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

My short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

My short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

My short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

My short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

My short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

My short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
My short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
Get used to it.

My short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

My short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women’s army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina’s country.

My short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

But mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is Mine.
Mine.
Mine.