I’ve pretty much always been labeled a good girl…. I’m sure that’s mostly thanks to my Christian upbringing, but also partly due to my personality, my love for anything pink, and maybe even the small collection of pearls I wear on special occasions.
I mean, after all, I’m sure that if I were to prefer much darker colors and long, pointy spikes instead, my label would be something different.
I’ll bet it would even help if I wiped the large goofy grin off my face and stopped posing for pictures when shopping for Mother’s Day presents. (That pic was taken with my fuzzy, old camera. See the difference?)
Yep, that would probably help too.
Here’s the deal… I like who I am. I’m not perfect by a long shot, but I definitely try to be a friendly and outgoing and just an all-around good girl.
So why in the world did it bother me so much when — the other day — a girl said to me, “You are such a good girl.”
Maybe it was her tone? Maybe it was because she was being sarcastic, and I realized that the term ‘good girl’ was being used in a negative light. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to be on the outside looking in and if being a ‘good girl’ was the issue, then maybe I shouldn’t be so ‘good’?
Maybe it was because she added, “You really need to get out there and live a little.”
Funny, isn’t it? How one person’s tone can make you think that maybe being good isn’t so grand after all? Because in reality, this society associates being a good girl with not having a back bone. With being prude and secluded and maybe even being shy.
Another funny thing is that this girl has lived in town her entire life, while I have actually traveled and lived out of state. But apparently I’m the one who has to start living and experiencing things?
I can tell you that I’m not any of those things that she seemed to think I was. I talk too much, and have experienced so much, and certainly don’t blush at the drop of a hat. Just because I choose not to swear or to go out drinking every weekend doesn’t mean that I don’t have guts and even maybe a bit of a sassy attitude. It doesn’t mean I haven’t lived.
I’m just me. And if that makes some people think less of me, then so be it. If who I am causes people to make judgement calls that causes them tothinkthey know who I am, then that is their loss. Because there is SO much more to this girl than just a smiley face and the color pink!!
Has anyone ever judged you by your appearance? Have you ever been called a ‘good girl’ and not liked it, even if maybe being good is what you’re striving for?