I Girlfriend, let's get real for a hot one, shall we?
When I first heard "beauty is pain" I didn't really fully understand it until now. From the long nights and nauseating days of hangovers to skip the library as you check find my friends on your housemates phone, simply because you have no idea where yours went last night. You wake up the next morning either wearing your clothes from the night before, or you are dazed and confused on how you managed to change yourself to go to bed at 4:00 a.m. Scared to turnover in your bed, hoping you were cuddling your pillow or best friend, not some crush you had your eye on in your night class.
Beauty can be painful at times. Never knowing what to wear so you go with a summer outfit but throw on over-the-knee boots to make it socially acceptable to wear in 20 degree weather. You accidentally chose to eat that bacon cheeseburger with a beer, so you feel like your pregnant with Tina the talking tummy in all your crop tops. Heels can't be too high, am I right? You have to be able to walk the walk, not look like you have permanent bent knees. UGH! What to drink tonight? Beer? Not too sure, blasting the early "I have to break the seal already" can be a hassle. Liquor? Gagging, as I think about the burning in my throat, but it's quick and cheap. Probably going to end up going with wine, classy but always ends in trashy.
Did you take an L last night? Wake up with your phone blown up from all the people you probably called and texted. Don't want to lift your head so quickly as you felt like you just got hit by a bus. You most likely look it too. Hair went from straight to perm in seven hours and your makeup looks like you just got with the guy from Beetlejuice.
You HAVE to check your room to make sure your purse is still there with your ID and hopefully some leftover money. Was it a week day? Did you get easily peer pressured to go out on a Wednesday with a 9:00 A.M.? If so, you probably only have ten minutes to get ready before the class starts. Overly use that perfume and mouthwash girl. And, make sure you aren't wearing your clothes from the night before.
We spend our Sunday's being lazy. How we spend our Monday's determine our week. Did you go out for "Sunday Funday"? Did the hangover hit you Monday morning? At that point we might as well keep the binge going. Monday is a personal day, Tuesday you cram, and Wednesday you're probably going out. Once you go out you never stay in. School comes first, social life second. Call your mom and tell her you are doing good and you don't need boys (even though you are probably taking one thousand Snapchat selfies to send to your crush right now). Call your dad and tell him about all the extracurricular activities you involve yourself in (leave out the beer pong tournament you and your friends just did). Clean your room, go to the gym (even if it is just to do 25 crunches and tan), pick up a book, and chug that beer.
Forget to wipe your makeup off at night and wear it smeared the next day. Keep the boys sweatshirt. Drink till you don't notice your beer belly. Do not go to the bathroom without taking off your romper, it is a once piece, we cannot use it as a diaper. Crawl your way to Friday and try to make yourself be productive enough to have a "FriYAY".
Phew, rant over. Always remember girlfriend, chug that beer, flaunt what you got, do not care what anyone thinks and know that beauty is pain, but pain heals. Xoxo, *obnoxious hair flip*.
