“All the girlishness has gone to your voice”, declares D who’s one of my best friends.
Silence.
“Tell me, which other part of you is girly? Do you have any girlish clothes? No right?”
“HHmmmm….,” I pondered.
“I think there’s some element of girlishness in every woman. For you, everything has gone to your voice,” D reiterates.
Did I just get a swipe? That was like sugar laced with arsenic if you ask me. But it is admittedly true. I’m not a girly gal — My clothes don’t have frills and lace hanging from all corners; I don’t have the requisite long-flowing locks; I don’t know how to act coy; I don’t paint my nails; I can be quite a slob at times etcetc
Yes, you get the idea. I guess my voice’s my saving grace. Hahaha! D says I sound like a little girl. Oh well, it doesn’t bother me that I don’t fit into the girly mold. It’s just not ME and I would like to think that my friends like me for what and who I am.
But hey, that’s not to say I don’t enjoy being a woman. It’s just that I think I’ve got a bit of the tomboy in me. Haha!