Within the alkaline atmosphere
Created by a society that is
Stretched far too thin to
Feel the corrosion and oxidation,
The biting, acidic words of a
Media run rampant with
Perfectionism and Abasement
Penetrate even the infallible.
I refuse to become one of many
Who bristle against conformity
By conforming to a different
But equally horrific set of standards
Where pajama bottoms are
Acceptable streetwear
And it becomes an effort
To be bothered with mascara.
I look into the mirror and see
No matter what, I am a lady.
A woman, with beauty that deserves
To be rewarded and accentuated.
I will not judge but will attempt
To encourage, empower, and enlighten.
No, you do not need the frills.
You are impeccable and amazing on your own.
The point is not to de-evolve.
It is to amplify evolution.
The point is not to teach that
Bare, naked and true needs to be hidden.
The point is to show that
What you wear affects
How you carry yourself.
Your head, your hands, your heart.
When you dress like a lady,
You act like a lady,
And therefore, Ladies,
You can expect to be treated like a lady.
Always be the leading lady of your own life.
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This post is not meant to offend, defeat or hurt anyone, as I know some rockin’ ass females who wear pajamas outside of bed… and even their homes, on occasion. This is simply a reflection of how I have been feeling about myself lately. When I put forth the effort to wear a skirt, curl my hair, and accentuate my pretty features with a bit of color and depth, I feel better about myself. I hold my head higher. I sit up straighter. I enjoy life more.
Pretty clothes, makeup and nice hair is my armor. I’m sure there are many who would say it is a crutch and that I need to work on the handicap, but there is truth to the last stanza of what I wrote above.
Today, Life got in the way of my morning routine, so I sit here with my hair pulled into an ugly topknot and barely enough girliness to make walking around tolerable. And I recognize that if I hadn’t put in earrings, if I’d forgone the skirt and pretty underthings, and thrown on the jeans and sneakers which tempted me this morning, I may actually have been miserably hiding in my office all day today.
So I wrote this. For myself. As a reminder, to always act like a lady in order to feel like one. Because I am my own leading lady.
MelDouleur.com 
I enjoyed your post.
Just one of My rules. (please read it as My personal value)
I may be old school, but I didn’t allow My ex wife, My daughter, or My ex sub to go out of the house in pajama top OR bottoms. When I see a woman attired in such a manner it tells Me she is too lazy to be at her best. Again I emphasize this is My take. But I will add, that I take the time to put on a pair of pants and a shirt when I go out.
My partners appearance says something about both of U/us.
Old fashioned? Tough! It’s what I believe and enforce.
Let the bashing of the opinionated Man begin?
M
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No bashing here. I agree with you. Same goes for Men though. You can’t expect us to put in all the effort when you aren’t willing to put in any! 😉
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Today’s men are considered chauvinistic neanderthals if they so much as hint that their significant other should put a little work into her appearance, which is just wrong. I feel like men today have become watered-down versions of themselves, expected to bite their tongues because heaven forbid they behave like men and express their preferences. It’s sort of tragic. I’m all for old school…for some things.
Great post Mel. “Pretty clothes, makeup and nice hair is my armor…” This so resonates with me. And it’s probably to a fault. My family laughs because I’ll curl my hair and put on a cute outfit even if we’re just hanging around the house on a Saturday afternoon. But I can’t help it–I just feel so much more spunky and cheery if I feel confident about my looks. Here is where I wish I was more like a man and not have my emotions tied to my appearance. Le sigh….
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No no no. Do not wish that Jo, EVER!
You are beautiful, incredible and interesting. A complicated and delightful recipe that those close to you are fucking lucky to get to enjoy. Even if they have to put up with your primping for an hour in order to get there.
I love that my emotions are tied to my appearance because it forces me to put in the effort. And keeps me from doing socially irresponsible things, like leaving the house in PJ’s… (I know I said it wasn’t that bad, but seriously!)
I adore what you said about today’s men. Le sigh to that, my dear. I hate the watered-down men problem as much, if not more, than the women-don’t-give-a-shit problem.
…hey… btw, I waited for hours the other day for that frext… giggle ❤
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