It was about a year and a half ago when Grampy, my grandfather, made this statement to me; "Passíon, you're a beautiful girl... but I've noticed that you've put less than an effort into your appearance." His sentence made me grind my teeth to hold back the rude words I had coming his way. How dare my own family tell me that I looked bad! "You seem serious with this boy, but you two aren't married. You don't want him to find the next pretty thing," he finished. I was so sure of myself and of my future that his continued slander of my looks just made me hate him for all of thirty minutes.
Fast forward to now and I finally understand why he told me that. Here I am, an unmarried eighteen year old, in a relationship with a different person than I was a year and a half ago, working my butt off. There's only two reasons I doll up these days and those two reasons are: 1.) My boyfriend; because I want him to love me at my best and see me at night and in the morning and still love me. I just want to look good for him every chance I get; there's just something inside my heart that makes me want to be dolled up for him, even if all we do is sit on the couch and watch television. 2.) Work; appearance is everything when you are a server (waitress), if you look like shit, you'll get shit for tips. But even with that on my mind, I sometimes forget to put make-up on before work or at least straighten my bangs...
I just think my bebee must be something special if I want to impress him with my prettiness every time we see each other.
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