to the girls ready to be sickeningly feminine - a rulebook #4

S2E5: because we're all searching for that side of us.

Admittedly, I’ve been enjoying writing this series so much that it’s on my mind daily. I observe and take notes and journal about the women I’ve encountered, spent time with, and the woman I’ve slowly become over time.

Because beyond the facts of the ultra-feminine woman, she’s fascinating. She’s a wonder of this world. She’s iconic. She’s distinctive. She’s unlike anything or anyone you’ll ever see in this lifetime. Though she isn’t rare, she’s not easy to come by. Her exclusiveness is part of her essence.

She’s not hiding. She simply doesn’t run in circles that aren’t beneficial to her in some form. So when you encounter her, treat her well, compliment her, and openly admire her. She doesn’t mind. In fact, she can’t wait to see you again. She hopes her presence sparks something inside of you that will be obvious the next time she sees your face.

In case you’re wondering how you can get on the same accord, here are the rules.

The sickeningly feminine woman…

gets dressed for bed.

Because she understands it is the most pivotal occasion of her day. The ultra-feminine woman is aware that rest is paramount. She knows that in order to approach the world with as much audacity as she does, it’s important that rest is revered. Nothing and no one matters more than a well-rested version of herself. Her rest is a boundary that remains intact, regardless of who is involved. She respects her boundaries, too. So, she comes dressed for the part.

Her hair is fixed, whether in a bonnet, scarf, rollers, or wrapped. Her pieces match. Top and bottom. Or slips. or dresses. Or nothing at all. Her skin is moisturized with her softest lotions, butters, or creams. Her body smells heavenly. Her aroma lingers in every room she leaves and on the linen on which she rests. Her feet aren’t touching the grimy floor. They’re on top of pillow-like slippers that complement the pieces on her body.

She goes to bed feeling put together. Collected. Intact. Whole. Sexy. Sultry. Soft. Elegant. Sophisticated. And well taken care of. If not by anyone else, by herself.

A woman taking the time to choose her clothes for the most important occasion of the day mirrors a softness that a feminine woman embodies effortlessly. Moisturizing her body isn’t a task for her; it’s a requirement. Prepping her hair doesn’t feel like labor; it feels like love. Spritzing the mildest fragrance in her collection onto her body doesn’t feel like a waste of product; it’s a proclamation. Her official statement. Her declaring her inherent greatness. Her true nature. Her birthright to be soft and supple and feminine and fruitful and pretty and poised and… all the things that make an ultra-feminine woman who she is.

A feminine woman is not in a dingy tee and whatever bottom she can find for bed. Her curated wardrobe allows her to flourish at all times of the day, especially in private settings. Her finest pieces aren’t limited to dinner parties, meetings, birthdays, holidays, and Sundays. Most of her finest pieces happen to be those that are reserved for her sacred chamber. Her home. Her bedroom. Her bed.

carefully curates her wardrobe

Not only is she pleasurable to be around, but she is a walking magazine article. Every time you see her, it looks as if she’s stepped out of a catalog. It doesn’t matter if she is wearing workout gear or a ball gown. Somehow, her presence makes you feel underdressed; as if you all weren’t planning for the same event.

When an ultra-feminine woman walks into a room, you wonder if you chose correctly when deciding what to wear. And, this isn’t a bad thing. It’s a lesson.

To always overdress. It’s always the solution.

The feminine woman is aware of the colors that complement her skin tone. She’s privy to the fabrics that make her look and feel fabulous. She understands that quality matters more than quantity.

Her threads are chosen carefully. Her things are rotated with the seasons. Her closet is color-coded for ease of access and selection.

She has staple pieces that work throughout the entire day. She has dinner pieces that are sure to turn every head in the restaurant. She has Sunday pieces that belong in the front row at church service.

Her collection of dresses and skirts is extensive. Her accessories are never-ending. Her jewelry is dainty, but sparkles when she moves.

She studies the trends, but understands she is timeless. So is her style. Trends will never define her taste or style or preferences. But, they keep her up on her toes and in tune with the fashions.

Her designer collection isn’t loud and obnoxious. She doesn’t need logos across her pieces. Her luxury is quiet, but just like her… it speaks volumes.

She often trades sweats for slacks or denim. She often trades crewnecks for button-downs. She often trades a messy bun for a sleek, low ponytail. She often trades tennis shoes for loafers.

She doesn’t leave home without collecting herself. She’s always put together. She is very rarely seen falling apart. Not outwardly, anyway. Her heart won’t allow it.

nails are never undone.

Manicured nails. Pedicured toes. The season doesn’t matter. The color does. And, she chooses it with ease because it’s usually white or something very close to it. Nudes are also popular amongst the ultra-feminine women.

Soft pinks.

Clear.

French.

Creams.

Browns.

Repetition is the foundation of sickening femininity. The ultra-feminine woman rarely strays away from her normal set. It doesn’t matter the length of her nails or the shape, harsh colors hardly cover her acrylic or dipping powder or clear gel coat.

Unless it’s red. And, when an ultra-feminine woman wears red, you should stay the hell out of her way. Because she’s different from the other ultra-feminine women. She’s as feminine as she is fierce. Her tongue is slick, and her words cut deep. She’s not mean. She’s honest. And her honesty is sometimes harsh.

Almond is the official shape of the feminine woman, but all shapes fit the mold.

The ultra-feminine woman doesn’t choose seasons to get pedicures. Mainly because she was never spending the money at the salon for the pleasure of others. The service is to soothe her soul, not theirs. So, whether it’s below thirty degrees outside or above eighty, her toes are in mint condition.

Number four has come to an end. If you’re following along in the rulebook and happen to have a beautiful collection of jewelry, please comment with an image of your favorite pieces and let me know if you’re #teamgold or #teamsilver.