Am I missing the girl gene?
I mean, not literally, I am definitely female, (two babies cooked and delivered prove that one!), but over the years I’ve realised that I’m not particularly good at being a girl. Or I suppose a woman now. Eek!
I think our recent visit to London has highlighted it for me and brought it into my mind even more sharply. There are so many women there that are really polished, and feminine. And I am…..not!
It’s not for the want of trying though, from a young age I devoured magazines, poured over pictures of clothes and make up tutorials, desperate to be able to manage to put together a look or achieve flawless make up. Even as a young teen I felt I was missing the girl gene, some polished perfection gene that made others pick out beautifully matching outfits…and wear them stylishly too!
I have bought so much make up over the years, but I just never got around to using it. Same as the lotions and potions I’ve bought, face washes, moisturisers, miracle foundations, cleansers, toners all abandoned after a few days.
I want to be the type of girl who has a ‘skincare regime’ and actually sticks to it, but it hasn’t happened yet. I’m not sure why! And now that my wrinkles are starting to show, I’m really wishing I had started one in my teens and stuck to it! Although I don’t think my skin is very girlie either. Most cleansers and face washes bring me out in a rash, and whenever I use lipstick I tend to get a fetching angry red line around the outside of my lips. Which lasts a long time after the actual lipstick has departed onto my glass or mug!
And don’t get me started on lipgloss! From the days of getting them free on the cover of Sugar and Mizz until I copped on and stopped bothering, my hair spent countless hours glued to my face and leaving sticking pink smears across my cheeks. Classy!
I have a few make up techniques and I tend to stick to them religiously. Eyeshadow applied with a finger, (I did buy brushes at one point, I couldn’t tell you where they are now though!), winged eyeliner, (if I can get the wings straight and even which is rare!), and mascara. Always mascara! Oh and if it’s a special occasion, glitter!!!! Which ends up all over my face obviously!
Then hair. Aside from dying it, which I’m pretty good at now, I’m never quite sure what to do with it. I watch loads of Youtube tutorials, attempt the ‘easy up do’, get shoulder cramp, bits fall out, I swear and then give up and put it in a ponytail. On the side if I’m feeling fancy! 😀
Clothing must be ok then, you can’t be bad at it all right? Well, apparently you can! Recently I’ve got more adventurous with clothing but in the terms of a dress covered in unicorns, the problem is what comes after! I saw all these women in perfectly put together outfits and typically, I had a few of the same issues I always have. Improper planning! I’ll have a gorgeous outfit, but the wrong colour bra, or no strapless bra. Or I’ve forgotten a cardigan that will go. Or a handbag that matches. Who wants to go on a nice evening out with a rucksack on?! 😀 Plus I’ve always been slightly the wrong shape for most shops and so clothes that look amazing on the mannequin or model with look ridiculous on me, or will feel as if they are trying to cut me in half…or both! Sometimes it’s as small as not having tights that match, or appropriate footwear.
Which leads me neatly on to shoes. I love high heels. Adore them, covet them, drool over them, stroke them in shops. I even buy them, like the divine ones below. Never been able to walk in them though. I look like an ungainly, drunk giraffe. A giraffe in considerable pain. I’ve got size 8 feet and so flats can look ridiculous, circus clown ridiculous. So boots and trainers it is then. Hardly very glamorous.
I think I must have missed something somewhere along the way. When ‘putting together an outfit’ and ‘walking in heels’ manuals were being installed, I think mine glitched! And I’d like to say it’s because I’m a busy Mum but in reality, I’ve never been very good at it! Am I missing the girl gene?
I know that looks aren’t important blah blah, but just sometimes I would like to look as if I didn’t just fall out of bed and roll around on the floordrobe until suitably covered. (Which is what happens sometimes though!)
Any top tips for styling? Or are you in the comfortable and that’s the end of it camp? As I sometimes try and be happy being in!
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