Girl...and Proud To Be

Yes I am a girl...

And believe me...it’s HARD to be one

I like to be friends with guys...not because I think it’s cool, not because it’s less of drama, but because I know it’s easier to hide my feelings from them when I m not okay...

I give away my favourite chocolate, not because I am not fond of it anymore, but because I love my younger one more than that chocolate bar...

I like to spend some time alone, not because I need my space to chill out, but I think it’s easier to cry my heart out that way...

I like to be friends with girls...not because I can bitch about others with them, but because they make me feel cared for and pampered, when I am all by myself...

I like to shop...and sometimes not just for the sake of it, but because I become too conscious of the way I look...

I might be found shouting at people at times, not because I am cranky, but probably it’s the way I show that I care...

I don’t ask for help all the time, more likely because I don’t want to be looked down upon, for being weak...

I do snap and throw up, but that doesn’t mean I am mad, just that I find it a little hard to cope with 10 tasks at hand and 1000 things in mind...

I do race my car at times, not always for the fun of it...but because I feel that someone is possibly following me...

I act more sophisticated than I am...because the society expects me do behave that way and not because I like to throw tantrums...

 I show that I am strong, but it’s exactly at that point in time when I am at my weakest...

I spend more time with family than with friends coz I know, one fine day I’ll get married and will have to leave my own home...

I let my guy, the love of my life walk away, just to make my father happy...

I skip meals, work out and live on all those salads in order to look lean, on that weekend party...

I end up being completely disheartened for weeks even if a stranger happens to signal that I don’t look pretty...

And still I manage to make this earth a happier place to live in...It’s me...yes me...!!

I am the one my father feels proud of...more than any other thing in the world!

I am the one my mother confides in... in spite of all the friends she has!

I am the one my brother comes to...when there’s no one he can talk to!

I am the one my sister first hugs...when she realises she’s in love!

I am the one my guy knows will stand by...no matter what!

I am the one my friend calls up at the first sign of trouble for she knows I am there for her!

I am the one my kids look up to whenever they just don’t know how to go about stuff!

Yearning yet giving, Confused yet guiding, Nervous yet strengthening, Perturbed but comforting, Messed up yet organised, Vulnerable still robust, Secretive and still expressive...That’s what I am...a G.I.R.L. and proud to be..!!!

P.S. – I drive rashly, not because of any problem, but because I have no sense of motion, or direction, or even of handling my own steering wheel for that matter. That is something I am totally deprived of... (I know guys will completely agree with this one..lol..)