Nobody Told You I Love...
Attention. Attention. Attention. That's what we girls love, we want to turn heads, we want someone to notice us, to go out of their way to talk to us, because were just that damn special. Attention is really what everybody craves, we want to be worth someone's time, we want to be valued, we want to be important. Attention equals some body caring about you, even if it's just for a second. We become addicted to it, we crave it 24/7, and we act a little crazy. But who doesn't want to feel special? Who doesn't want to be able to capture someone's undivided attention, that's all were chasing. Were trying to fall in love and ride out that forever high. But somewhere along the way it all got muddled. The rules kind of changed on us. For instance, I was on my run earlier today and there was a group of guys that called out to me, like typical cat calling kind of stuff, and I know I should have been offended and channeled my feminist powers, but gosh darn it I didn't mind. I kind of liked it. I liked the attention! Sue me. Does that make me a bad person, or a hoe, because I like to run in a sports bra or wear a crop top or put on shorts that are probably a little too short, does it? I know what looks good on my body and, no, sometimes I don't try to cover it up, I don't always wear the loose shorts to hide my butt or the high collar tops to hide my boobs. I love my body (most of the times) and why should I change what I wear to blend in or to avoid turning heads. I'm a person. I like good fashion and cooling off when it's too hot, maybe secretly I am doing it for the attention, but does the attention have to change who I am? I know my worth and I know my value, and I wouldn't have spent a millisecond talking to any of those guys, because 1) that isn't how you talk to a girl (like come on, grow some balls) and 2) I know they knew nothing about me and were just going off my looks (I know I deserve better than that). Girls struggle a lot of times with knowing their worth, and I struggled with it for a really long time. A really, really long time. I like feeling cute, I want to feel wanted, to feel beautiful, I like grabbing someone's attention, and I like the confidence it brings me. You just can't get a girl down when she knows she looks good and the hair is on point with the outfit. Today, girls are told the more skin showing the better and we hear all the time on the radio women being called "hoes" and "sluts". But I choose not to accept that and neither should anyone else. Were not hoes, were just women of the 21st century and were following the rules that society has made for us. Because, sadly enough, it gets results. Those girls who dress the most "hoeish" (created a word) and slutty, yeah they get bad attention from other girls and they attract the wrong guys, but the point is they get the attention! And in this century where everyone is so self involved and barely looking up from their phones that's a big deal for us girls. It shouldn't be but it is. I'm not saying whether or not these rules should be followed and that you need to hoe it up to get a man, not at all, I guess I'm just saying I understand. We see what people wear on TV we see our favorite celebrity's styles we see how boys respond, and damn it we just can't get enough of the attention. Attention. Attention. Attention.
But, Attention: here's the silver lining, those clothes don't make us who we are (Not that there aren't some real hoes actually out there, but strictly talking on clothes) They may reflect us struggling to find ourselves, but they do not define us. I am not a hoe. You are not a hoe. We are girls of the 21st century just trying to prove we still exist. This is cheesy as all get out but its what's on the inside that matters and how you let a guy treat you. I love fashion, I love my cute crop tops and my short shorts and I ain't changin it for nobody, and all you judgers and hypocrites are just gonna have to deal with it.
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