My Glitter Runs Deep

“I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you”-Jessie J.

“Boy you know you love it
How we're smart enough to make these millions
Strong enough to bare the children
Then get back to business
See, you better not play me”-Beyonce

About three months ago I was at a get together and one of my friends and I were chatting about cupcakes (my favorite thing ever). One of the husbands that was there turned to me and said:

Guy “I can’t imagine you liking cupcakes.”

Me: “What? Why?” 
Guy:“Well, because I don’t think of you as feminine, you know you’re not girlie”.

 Now, never mind the whole “what the heck does that have to do with a cupcake” conversation. I was absolutely stunned, I’ve never had a male say anything like that to me. It took all of me and some strength from generations back to keep my head up and not burst into tears in front of everyone there. The emotion that one comment evoked was unbelievable; I had no idea where this sadness was coming from. Now, in all fairness to this man, he apologized to me later, seeing that a sea of tears was behind my eyes. An HOUR later I was finally able to step into my home, the front door closed and all the emotion erupted right there in my living room. I was hurt, angry, and felt so ugly. This statement, stung down to the core that is me as a woman.

“Me, not feminine? Are you crazy, have you seen my closet, my makeup, my boobs?!” hahahah…

The next few days went and came and it seemed as if every conversation I had came back to that night, I was still tossing and turning over it. I finally told John what happened and he goes:

“Yeah, I see what he means. When I think of you, I don’t think of you as weak”.

Me: “what?! How is being feminine, being weak?”
J: “I don’t know that’s just how I interpret the word”.


 Well, although his reaction made me feel better, maybe this guy didn’t think I was some ugly dude but he just didn’t see me as weak. The next two weeks were rough, I was journaling a lot and down on myself for being so strong and independent. I was feeling like some of those qualities that I had were wrong, that I shouldn’t be so loud, so sure and so solid, maybe it was keeping me from being feminine.


Then one night before I was going out with some girlfriends, I realized, these qualities, the ones that made me seem “less feminine” they attracted my husband to me. He met me strong, he met me independent, and he met me loud, sure of myself. I can drive my truck, change a diaper, change a tire, make a three course dinner, move a couch, and pay my bills, all in a killer hello kitty necklace and 6 inch bright red Steve Maddens. I am feminine, I am girlie, I’m a woman and if the world or anyone’s perception of a “feminine, girlie girl” is mousey, weak, clingy, dumb…well, I say it’s time we showed them what’s up.


“I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude”… I can get dirty and work just as hard, I can make money, pay my bills and no matter how hard a guy tries, I’ll always look better doing it. So I say, ladies, let’s show the world what’s up. Be strong. Be independent. Be real; show um that your glitter runs deep. It’s time that this generation realizes that women, real women come in all shapes and sizes and our femininity isn’t something we take off at the end of the night like a pair of Seven Jeans, it’s in us.


So, let’s be pretty with our tea parties and our cupcakes, our minds and our education. Let’s stand tall and confident whether in pajamas or cocktail dresses. I am woman…hear me roar!