The Adventure of The Girly Girl who Failed as a Girl as She Grew Up.

When I was a little girl, I used to really girly.

I loved to wear dresses. I always wore dresses. Or overalls. I don't think I ever had real pants back then. I remember my favourite dress was pink with yellow flower prints all over it. I wore that everywhere. Of course, when I attend parties, I wear fancier dresses.

I also loved playing with Barbie, now that I remember. As much as I hate to admit it, I had a huge collection of Barbies. Fairy Barbie, Princess Barbie, Doctor Barbie, Casual Barbie, you name it, I got it. I would always make my dad to bring me to Just Toys so that I could buy extra clothes and accessories for my Barbies. I think that's when my love for drawing first started to bloom. I was an aspiring designer at the age of 9.

My cousins would bully me. I would just cry and run to the nearest adult. I was a really timid little kid.

I would have been the perfect girly giggly teenager today if my mum had not stop influencing me and when my dad started buying clothes for me. He bought me jerseys. Mainly those of Germany during the World Cup 2002 rage (if I'm not mistaken) and Arsenal, his ever-favourite football team. I never grew to love football, but then I realised how jerseys and sweatpants feel more comfortable than dresses, well...haha.

And then I just started to move on to oversized tshirts and three-quarter pants, and away from the dresses and blouses, and I'm stuck like that until today. I never actually discovered make up, you know. I knew my mum wore them, but I was never curious enough to put on some myself.


The Adventure of The Girly Girl who Failed as a Girl as She Grew Up.

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