How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Throw Like A Girl

I don’t know how this happened, but since I started going to college I became a girly-girl.

I wouldn’t say I grew up a tomboy. I wasn’t exactly boyish but I didn’t really put much thought into what I looked like. Baggy jeans, a loose t-shirt or sweater, and tennis shoes were usually my thing, mostly because I was trying to hide the curves I was mistaking for fat. I didn’t really know how to style my naturally curly hair so I just left it in a “white-girl ‘fro”. I rarely wore makeup, mostly because I was lazy and didn’t want to have to take it on and off.
That’s not to say I didn’t have any interest in clothes or makeup or hairstyles…I just didn’t really have any real know-how….how to find clothes for MY body shape rather than what was popular, how to get my hair cut and styled for MY hair type, how to wear makeup for MY face shape. It probably didn’t help that I didn’t care for the way I looked and when I DID get my hair done, or wear makeup, I was trying to look like someone else.

Not me by a long shot!

That started to change in college when I met my good friend, whom I’m gonna call “Goddess S” or GS for short. We bonded over our mutual love for makeup experiments and impromptu photo shoots.
Goddess S and I have very different styles: she’s very trendy and updated, while I was more “1950s glamor” classic. When we went shopping together I went more for things that looked like something Marilyn would wear on one of her “off-days”. Suffice to say, I dressed older than I was, and not in a good way.

After a year or so hanging around with GS, I got inspired and started gravitating toward more modern clothes. But rather than going completely trendy (may the skinny-jeans never go out of style! I love them too much!), I found a good balance and am now the proud sporter of an “updated classic” look.

My sophomore year in college was a particularly rough one, both personally and academically. Without going into detail, it was L’annĂ©e du merde. During the summer, I was determined to not let my junior year be a rerun. For three months I let my hair grow out, got some new clothes to show off my new updated look, and started wearing makeup regularly. I convinced myself that this was a new year, a fresh start, and I was going to be fabulous! Not just in the looks department, but in overall attitude. Even when my junior year started off rocky, I kept telling myself I was a fabulous, smart and wonderful person. It became my mantra. I almost can’t believe it worked. My grades improved, my social circle grew and I was genuinely a happier person.

So that’s pretty much the story of how, with the help of Goddess S, I became a girly-girl.

-Goddess H