I am a girl

I guess I do like pink. This admission is one that really kinda shakes me. I have this image of me that is all tomboy and no frills (as I type this I am wearing a shirt that says princess across the front…perhaps my self-delusional is deeper than even I expected). But t-shirt aside, I let Eff pick out the paint colors of her room—pink with pink and pink she said—and we settled on pink with purple and yellow. But now that its up on the wall, I really like it. This perhaps tells me that I have softened too much, now that I have two girls, one starting ballet very soon. But for that girlie-girl trapped inside me, the bedroom rocks. And the real me, I will just pretend its too much, while secretly admiring it.