Oh for the love of....

....Bags, Shoes, Clothes, Jewellery & More! A woman's work is endless when speaking of the art of shopping.

I met Adam and Cutiepie today from MYB. For those of you who don't know it's one of those forums you join as a girl and then realise too late you are absolutely misplaced as you are now passed Girlhood and have reluctantly stumbled onto Womanhood. Boo hoo... But you know I must say I am enjoying being a woman. I am more confident now than I was in my 20s. (Oh gawd...how old is this woman? - you ask) Well, I am not Old -Old, but I am Old-er (he he) Anyway, back to what I was saying, there is a certain level of sure-ity, or certainty of who you are as a person, what you want, what you will not compromise, what you will not do in order to gain, how low you will NOT stoop any longer.

Case in point - I no longer wear the shortest possible skirts to show off my legs i fear that I will give out the wrong signals. Now 10 years ago, I wasn't bothered about signals. I though I was signalling the opposite sex towards my sex appeal and (ahem)..nice legs, or so I thought. My tummy then was also quite non-existent, hence I would wear tummy bearing tank tops, and the 4 girls whom I hung out with in college were embarassingly called "Geng Pusat" - I kid you not!! Simply because we always wore, tight midriff tops which would bear our "pusat". I also remember my very very hot skin tight pants to which I would be stopped in the college corridor by my British lecturer, and he would say, " My God Corina. Where are your clothes?" *lol* (I think I need to get off this topic before I embarass myself any further)

Aaaaaaaaanyway, as I was saying, I have come a loooooooooonng way from my days of not realising what these things really mean. I just wanted to be pretty, I wanted to be accepted, I wanted boys to like me, or look at me and go Wow - (to which I achieved to a moderate extent I must say..ahem) But of course, I was skinny them. I looked good in almost anything. I wore an XS and my only frustrations were clothes which were too lose on me. I had boys pick me up and send me places. I had other people's boyfriend's pick me up and send me places... ok ok not entirely true, but about 1% true *lol* I wasn't a slut, but I was a tease, and gosh...things have really changed.

Now unlike some of the people I know who are now married and pretend their "hay days" don't exist, I on the other hand am a completely honest and transparent person. What is there to hide really? They are bygones, and notable that when we are young we are entitled to do crazy and silly things because we don't think. We see, we like, we do. And now more than 10 years later, it is ok to look back and say, "Ok I did all that, I was that person, I was silly, I was sending the wrong signals, I did b*&ch, I did flirt, I did, I did, I did... and when I think back, I have the courage to admit it and laugh it off. It isn't who I am now, and that is what's important. It isn't who I have become. In fact BECAUSE I did all that, I am now a certified overcomer. My choice of dressing couldn't be more conservative. I now only show skin as much as my shoulders, still show some leg though not too much, and that's about it really. If I had bigger breasts I might show some cleavage, but sadly even if my top was low, there would be none, so no point there.

Ok, so what is this post about again?? I forget. But anyway, here's to growing up, growing old, growing out of myself and into myself and liking who I am today.

Now I remember, I was supposed to tell you about my shopping trip today, but alas! I'll do it next time. Again, I have digressed into another topic. My apologies. I shall return again to tell you about some stuff I saw today while I was out. I won't forget! I promise. =)