Contrary Mary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

I can’t tell you how my garden grows right now. It’s too cold and wet to go out there much. But, you know, it’s fine.

It’s not why I quoted that nursery rhyme anyway.

The relevant word in that quote is ‘contrary’. That’s me. No doubt about it.

A bit over a month ago, I wrote a post that ended with the line “I am not a girly girl. Never have been. Never will be. And I’m fine with that.”

A bit over a fortnight ago, I went out and bought four dresses. And I’ve been wearing them. Mostly to very public occasions.

So after my very clear message that I refuse to be pigeon-holed into some outdated definition of womanhood, you’re probably thinking, “What the…?”

I can’t help it. It’s like a sickness.

The moment people begin to expect me to be something, I want to be something else.

Why else would I be a Jack of All Trades?

Miss Contrary

Little Miss Contrary by Roger Hargreaves

 

 

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18 thoughts on “Contrary Mary

  1. long legs like yours deserve to be on display! its not about conforming to anyone else’s ideas of what you should be wearing when, but how what you wear makes you feel…

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