Ooooh, pretty.....

So….my bathroom is outta control with girly crap in charge of all that is in there.  I say “crap” because who really needs a lot of the stuff that we, as chicks, end up slathering ourselves with?  It’s all indulgence and glycerin and glitter and it’s all what I once heard Kevin Smith refer to as “armor”.  It’s the stuff we put on ourselves so we feel stronger and more capable of dealing with the shit going on around us.  “Armor” makes us feel attractive and smarter than we normally do.  We are comfortable in our “armor” and it makes it easier to navigate our insecurities and get shit done.  This particular bottle of girly crap came into my life via my boyfriend.  He knows my weakness for smearing things on my body that make my skin smoooooth (skin=our biggest organ=take care of it!) and he’s vaguely a fan of my doing that. Well, fan enough that he compliments me on my skin’s texture often and he bought this for me which is, in guy world, a screaming endsorement.  My armor smells like Jaqua Pink Buttcream Frosting body lotion at present.  It’s not too strongly-scented–just enough to make me know it’s there and feel purty and nice.  Having a vaguely cupcake-y thing going on around me rawks hard, I think.