I'm not that kinda of girl

For as long as I can remember, I have heard the following words, ''You're such a pretty girl, and if you dressed up and did your hair, you'd probably find a man.'' Total strangers, family, friends, church people have told me this. At first, it used to hurt me terribly--I used to go home and cry about it. As I've gotten older, I've had time to ponder it.

I know there is an inner diva. But I never learned to release her.

She's been trapped so long, that she won't come out.

I'm okay with that. She is too.

I'm the kinda of girl that wears basketball shorts, sneakers, and T-shirts, but wears sexy underwear.

But I'm not the kinda girl who changes to make other people happy.

Maybe no man will ever want to attempt to know me because of the clothes I wear, but at least I will be comfortable.

Why do people always assume they know what's best for you? Aren't I grown? I know they mean well, but you'd think they'd be more careful about it.

But then again, I am a person who can appreciate honest truth, even if it's brutal.

I really don't mean to sound melodramatic, but I feel like this needs to be known.

In other news, phase II of my educational goals, I've gotten a great work-study/internship at the School of Medicine in the Department of Genetics. Since I want to get my Ph.D in Genetics, I think this a really great step.

That's it for now.

Peace and Blessings
BUMBLE!!!