My husband and I are going on a date tonight. We're going to see Guardians of the Galaxy. We're both excited. :)
As I was getting ready, I realized how much I do for him- and for society. I, personally, am not bothered when I don't shave my legs. Seriously, who actually enjoys that? But the public does not appreciate that we were born with hair, so perhaps it's supposed to be there.
Some things I do for myself. Like make up. Honestly, the check out lady at Wal-Mart could care less about my complexion. I've been complimented even when I'm not sporting make up. But it makes me uncomfortable to be in my own skin. Make up is my war paint; I feel confident, winning the battle against self image.
If I could get away with it, I may not do half of what I do. Actually, I probably would. My husband likes it and I enjoy making him happy.
And what about men? Are there "meninists" out there, fighting for the rights of men? But that's a blog for another day...
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