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When Did I Become A Girlie Girl?

12 Sep

I admit it, I love pink and purple and glitter. I’m a girlie girl through and through, though I also love sport and books. So that makes me a sporty, girlie, bookworm. Okay, the discussion is not really about defining who I am, but rather how did I get to the person I am today. What’s stumped me suddenly is, when did the girlie part get into my psyche?

Growing-up I had my share of Barbie dolls, but I never really played dress-up with them. I was always a bookworm and once I started reading at the age of three, there was no looking back. In fact, my mom (who introduced me to reading, in order to make sure I never fell into the television watching vortex), made sure that my brother and I played all sorts of sports to stay healthy and fit, since the two of us spent so many hours cuddled up with our books. So there you have me from the age of three to twenty-one. Either I would be in mud/sweat-splattered shorts and t-shirt, trying to beat the heck out of my brother at table tennis, squash or basketball. Or the two of us would be bug-eyed behind our spectacles reading like there was no tomorrow. During the summers, we would roam the city, during the hottest hours of the day, picking dates of the palm trees and getting ourselves all sticky.

When it came to clothes, I always preferred trousers or jeans to skirts and frocks. My mom didn’t believe in children wearing heels or make-up, so there was no question of either. During Indian festivals, I was literally shoe-horned into feminine Indian outfits, that majorly restricted my ability to move, so i just sat in a corner with my book and refused to socialize (actually I wasn’t sulking, I just put on that demeanor so that no one interrupted my reading with their pointless adult “Oh! you’ve grow so tall”.).

I remember the first time my mom made me wear a saree, I was fourteen and I cried and cried, because everyone said I looked so pretty and lady like. I was secretly terrified that people would think me suitable marriage material (don’t ask where that came from). Matter of fact I had only two real girl friends out of school, the rest were all boys and in high-school my brother and I had a common group of friends who practically lived at the local sports club. I was also extremely clumsy and accident prone. (Okay, I’m still accident prone to a scary extent, according to the techie. That’s a separate story though.)

When I got to the eleventh grade, I did start wearing skirts and frock for parties and I quite enjoyed them. The only difference from my friends was that, I refused to wear sandals or heels. I wore only black leather boots with my dresses. The first time I actually remember wearing heels voluntarily was for my twelfth grade prom, where I wobbled around like a drunk, thought there was no alcohol present. I also did my make-up on my own, which left me looking like a ghost, or rather like I’d seen a ghost, in most of the pictures (imagine that teamed with a silver sheath dress). After that disaster, which I can laugh about now, the next time I put on make-up and heels was at my engagement, a good four years later!

Real story, I didn’t spend a minute on my wedding shopping because I deemed it was boring and unnecessary! My mom, poor thing, did all of it with the help of assorted family members and I just presented myself on the big day. How do we think we know it all at that age and how are we so selfish? (Again fodder for another post.) Sorry mommy.

So you see, while I always loved the colour pink, because it was such a happy colour, I was never a real girlie. Today, I love fashion blogs, love having an opportunity to get dressed-up (though I still hate shopping), adore cocktails rings, high heels and glittery nail polish. Chick lit and fashion magazines have been added to my bookshelves, which were already filled with Wilbur Smith and Williard Price adventures. After having a daughter who loves playing football in her tutu, the me that was ten years back seems to have gotten lost.

How did the wannabe Georgina (from Enid Blyton’s Famous Five series) morph into this wannabe yummy mommy?

Where I wonder could that messy, spectacled tomboy possibly have gone?

Have you substantially changed over the years, to an extent that you can’t reconcile your old and new self? Do share and help me figure out if this is normal.

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Posted by on September 12, 2012 in Defining Me, Dubai, Growing-Up, The Real Me

 

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8 responses to “When Did I Become A Girlie Girl?

  1. Lindsey O. Strong

    January 10, 2013 at 2:20 pm

    Deming used to love wearing heels and sandals, until it became too painful for her to wear them for more than a few minutes.

     
  2. Deena

    November 9, 2012 at 2:28 am

    Hey Nini, again love all your posts…so true how life takes different turns,. Growing up together (school projects, parties, plain chatting!) I can so relate..even though i have not accomplished even half of what you have done! Hats off to you girl…keep it coming..:) deena

     
    • nmaha

      December 4, 2012 at 12:24 am

      Our childhood rocked right Deena 🙂
      Now you’re making me blush :-p, thanks for all the encouragement though.

       
  3. Elisa (@HipMom)

    September 20, 2012 at 10:44 pm

    I think it’s normal to change throughout our lives – every experience leaves its mark and that changes us to a degree. I am like you, never a girlie girl nor a tomboy, but somewhere in between. Of my daughters, Sarah is more tomboyish and Stella more girly, but neither in an extreme way. They play (played, in Sarah’s case) with Barbies and Legos, with dress up clothes and train sets. They have cute tees and there’s a distinct amount of pink and purple there, but the cute tees and pink or Hello Kitty hoodies are mostly paired with jeans and tennis shoes most days, because that way they can run, play, move around.

    I think it’s all about balance, and we all decide where that falls for ourselves.

     
    • nmaha

      September 24, 2012 at 8:23 pm

      Hi Elisa, I agree that change is the only constant in life. I just didn’t foresee it going in this direction 🙂

       
  4. Sanjana

    September 16, 2012 at 9:03 pm

    I’ve changed a lot, I’m sure you know. But I think change is pretty constant in our lives… we change every single day. New experiences lead to new thoughts and ideas and we change our opinions and our stance all the time.

    As for being a girlie girl… I never was one, though I’m not a complete tomboy either. I’m one of those feminists in high heels. I like a little oopmh, but I have a mind of my own and I like to use it, rather than depend on someone else to make my decisions for me.

     
    • mniranjani

      October 2, 2012 at 12:32 am

      I think we are all a mix of sorts and change is obviously a continuous and unavoidable aspect of life. For me what’s surprising is I’ve changed so much in one direction, though truth be old, I’m quite enjoying it.

       

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