Monday, August 26, 2013

maxi skirts + ombre hair + womanhood











where i got it: shirt-target // belt-forever 21 // skirt-ross // shoes-guess 

I think I passed a certain stage in womanhood today, officially christened. My entire life I've had a difficulty with remembering to bring you know, tampons and such with me. It was actually this huge joke for my mother and I. Every month I'd call her at school and with the most pitiful voice ask if she could bring me some because I forgot to pack an emergency supply. (TMI? Meh, I'm open about this topic so I don't really care, so you shouldn't either.) 

She'd always tell me I needed to learn to "be prepared" before I went to college because no one would drive to school and bring me such things. Well, that was false. 

Fast forward to college life. At the library. In a white skirt. Stand up to talk to a boy from my apartment building, casually look down and notice blood all over my skirt. He then offered to give me a ride home. On his bike. Because he didn't have a car. It was quite an embarrassing moment, top 10 all time right there. Best part. Didn't have anyyyything on me. AND. I walked to school that day. AND I was in the middle of the library where the closest bathroom was across the SKY-WALK where a thousand people walk every single day. 

So after scrunching my skirt up to my butt, and enduring the looks of disgust and condemning (short skirts aren't appropriate at a private church school btw), I called my roommate, who then walked to school to give me tampons and a change of clothes. Guess my Mama was wrong for the first time in her life. 

Then my roommate would bring me tamps once a month when I forgot. Then I got married and Josh would run home to grab some while I was working or in class. And if no one could bring me something, I'd ask every girl in sight for one until the least stingy girl in the room forked one over (those things are expensive, so I really don't blame them). 

And then today, something magical happened  In fact, it was so magical I texted this to my Mom, "MAMA! The most magically thing happened today!! I put tampons in my purse this morning, then I started my period and I was prepared for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. You should be SO proud!!" And I think it was the most proud moment of her life. 

I guess I can be considered  a responsible woman now. Sha-weeeet!

Oh and hey guess what, I'm going to North Carolina with Josh for his interview :) Freaking pumped out of my mind! 


xo

PS please don't judge me, I was always the weak girl who synced up to everyone else. To all you girls out there, you know what that means. 

7 comments:

  1. Oh man I can't even imagine having that happen to that extent while on campus. I think I would have died. I have had to ask my roommates to bring me tampons, and I have also had to bring tampons to my roommates. Thank goodness for awesome roommates!

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    1. It just about killed me haha. And aaaamen girl, thank goodness for awesome roommates!
      xo

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  2. Love your outfit. MY first unprepared experience was my second time having my period and i had an accident in 7th grade in science class. Thankfully everyone around me, including the boys were sensitive and didn't say anything. Glad you had a great roomate to help.

    Agi:)

    vodkainfusedlemonade.com

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    1. Thanks Agnes! I'm so glad I'm not the only person who has forgotten to bring tampons to school. And I'm so glad I'm finally responsible enough to remember to bring my own haha.
      xo

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  3. I've definitely been in that predicament before! I'm really open with this topic also but my Mormon mother wasn't as such. She still believes that no one should talk about it. Still cracks me up to visit her and talk so openly with her face turning red. She's much more open now that she's had 24 years to deal with me :)

    http://www.emmaxxjo.blogspot.com/

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  4. You are such a beauty! Love your hair and outfit here :)

    Kels
    storiesofkel.blogspot.com

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