Pockets, my wildest dream
I thought of a couple of things that I am sure guys will never understand about living life as a girl. The first thing is the feeling of removing a push up bra, or virtually any bra according to physics, at the end of the day;
The second is the joyful feeling of finding out that your dress or skirt has pockets.
Not even finding money in your pockets, the highlight of the day is the very apparition of pockets!
It's a well known fact that most girls carry bags everywhere they go, even microscopic bags that can literally contain phone, one lipstick, and one tissue. Those bags can't even contain all of a girl's hopes and dreams. When the girl packs that small bag for a night out, she knows she has to be selective with her life choices.
She can carry the hope that some other girl will have a mirror to share when lipstick touch-ups are needed, or a sneaky tampon for emergencies.
Because sometimes you aren't prepared.
Or, she could swap that hope out for tolerance for one red flag from a special someone that night.
A girl can't take any more than one red flag. Not when wearing that bag!
You see, pockets give girls ample room to carry so many more things. Please, don't think about those fake small pockets someone generously decided to cut into skinny jeans. Those contain only disappointment and self-doubt.
I'd rather go about my life without that kind of negativity, please and thank you.
I want pockets big enough to contain a pen because I really don't want to forget anything I've been told. I want pockets because I care!
I want cheeky pockets that allow my hands to be fully covered because doing the pocket dance will brighten anyone's day. Saying 'it has pockets' it's the fashion equivalent of showing off a new sparkle on your ring finger.
I want real pockets because when I find myself focused on a task I want to commit to it, and I can't do it if I am worrying about the phone and all the cards and bits of paper I am carrying.
I want fantastic pockets that hide my temporary worries so I don't need to wear them as a badge on my lanyard.
I want magic pockets where I can find courage and assertiveness when I need to act like I know what I am doing. I can't be a girl-boss with my skinny jeans pockets. Where am I supposed to put all my emergency confidence in those?
My wildest dream is to find hidden seamstresses' shops called 'Hocus Pockets' where all my wishes could come true.
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The second is the joyful feeling of finding out that your dress or skirt has pockets.
Not even finding money in your pockets, the highlight of the day is the very apparition of pockets!
It's a well known fact that most girls carry bags everywhere they go, even microscopic bags that can literally contain phone, one lipstick, and one tissue. Those bags can't even contain all of a girl's hopes and dreams. When the girl packs that small bag for a night out, she knows she has to be selective with her life choices.
She can carry the hope that some other girl will have a mirror to share when lipstick touch-ups are needed, or a sneaky tampon for emergencies.
Because sometimes you aren't prepared.
Or, she could swap that hope out for tolerance for one red flag from a special someone that night.
A girl can't take any more than one red flag. Not when wearing that bag!
You see, pockets give girls ample room to carry so many more things. Please, don't think about those fake small pockets someone generously decided to cut into skinny jeans. Those contain only disappointment and self-doubt.
I'd rather go about my life without that kind of negativity, please and thank you.
I want pockets big enough to contain a pen because I really don't want to forget anything I've been told. I want pockets because I care!
I want cheeky pockets that allow my hands to be fully covered because doing the pocket dance will brighten anyone's day. Saying 'it has pockets' it's the fashion equivalent of showing off a new sparkle on your ring finger.
I want real pockets because when I find myself focused on a task I want to commit to it, and I can't do it if I am worrying about the phone and all the cards and bits of paper I am carrying.
I want fantastic pockets that hide my temporary worries so I don't need to wear them as a badge on my lanyard.
I want magic pockets where I can find courage and assertiveness when I need to act like I know what I am doing. I can't be a girl-boss with my skinny jeans pockets. Where am I supposed to put all my emergency confidence in those?
My wildest dream is to find hidden seamstresses' shops called 'Hocus Pockets' where all my wishes could come true.
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