OK, maybe that's an exaggeration. I definitely enjoy chick flicks, chocolate, and lip gloss. High heels are good too, and dresses > suits any day of the week.

But there are times when I feel a little irritated about self-maintenance. I was plucking my eyebrows the other night, when I realize that umm … this sucks. I mean, it hurts and all, but then you have to worry about getting them even and then you realize that your eyebrows aren't naturally even and then it just spirals into a whole new level of self-criticism: eyebrow hate.

And it's just silly. I mean, who cares if my nail polish is chipped or eyeshadow clashes with my shirt? And when I was plucking my eyebrows, all this was running through my head.

But I didn't stop. I carried on, conforming to the delicious demands of high school social expectations. Admittedly, Uni is a bit different when it comes to social norms and such, but I definitely still feel the pressure.

"Beauty is pain" has been quoted everywhere by every girly-girl, ever. It's totally true. While mud masks are definitely painless, front-of-TV fun, there are burns from curling irons, endless pokes in the eye with eyeliner, pierced ears, blisters from shoes, and itchy dresses. Plus, strapless bras are just a whole other kind of torture.

So I guess the question is whether or not this all is worth it. Sure, I could eschew society and conformity and just … not be girly … but then I would probably get made fun of. And guys make fun of girls who do, but they make fun of girls who don't way more.

It's definitely part of me. After doing it for years, I feel prettier when I'm wearing mascara. There are days when I just feel like wearing heels and a dress. Because there are girls on either end of the spectrum, I feel like I'm pretty solidly in the middle. I'll freak out about a zit like the best of them, but at the end of the day, most days you can catch me in dirty jeans and a tank top.

But, always with perfectly tweezed eyebrows.