I don't think of myself as being particularly "girly." When I was a teenager, I barely wore makeup — maybe a bit of eyeliner and lip gloss every so often –  and any hair styling was limited to mussing up my short 'do with some gel while my father pleaded with me not to get it cut too short at my next appointment with the clippers at Astor Place. 

Fast forward to the present day. Although I do spend time thinking about the style of my hair when I get it cut, I always insist on a style that doesn't require much "work." As for makeup, yes, I wear it every day (although not when I'm rolling out of bed on a weekend to go to the gym or do errands), but I think my entire makeup routine takes three minutes or so.

That said, I generally gravitate towards skirts and dresses. I love wearing cute but comfy heels, and every so often I bust out the dramatic eye makeup or red lipstick for an evening. I also have to admit nearly letting out a squeal of excitement when I recently purchased a dress I had been eyeing for a few weeks. I diligently waited until I got paid and paid all of my other expenses for the month, and discovered, to my delight, that it was on sale.  When I went to ring it up, there was yet another discount. For less than the original price of the dress I got the dress (a classic grey sheath, perfect for work) and a new (silver!) purse.

So I suppose it's time to own up to the fact that, yes, I'm girly. There. I admitted it. On the internet.