PMS, menstruation, ovary pains during ovulation, pregnancy, birth, menopause, hormonal changes, mood swings, tears.
Waxing, plucking, squeezing, electrocuting, torturing on weird contraptions, painful physical alteration by scalpel, laser, needles.
Too old, too fat, too skinny, blemishes, large pores, dried skin, greasy skin, varicose veins, cellulite, wrinkles, eye puffiness, dark circles, white spots, unwanted facial & body hair, flappy arms, fat ankles, bloating, bad manicure, bad pedicure, pot belly, too small tits, too large tits, no waist, fat ass, flat ass.
Too much make up, too little make up, bad bra, too high heels, too low heels, too short, too tight, too long, too large, not according to the trends, not like hers, doesn’t flatter my body shape, doesn’t match my type, not the right eye color, not the right hair color, not the right skin tone.
Don’t know what he really thinks when he says this, don’t know what he really feels when he does that, why didn’t he call when he said, why didn’t he show up, why does he look at me like this, why doesn’t he look at me as he used to, why doesn’t he notice, why doesn’t he remember, did he really mean it?
They don’t look together, why don’t I find such a good guy, I’m so miserable, he’s too young, he’s too old, I’m not his type, he’s not my type, we never go out, you’re so lucky you’re single, you’re so lucky you’re married, you’re so blessed you have children, you have no idea how hard it is to raise children, I have no time for myself, I feel so lonely, he’s smothering me, he couldn’t care less.
Best part is that when we finally become old enough not to bother… we really miss all this fuss. It’s what keeps us ticking. We can’t live without all these ordeals. I don’t really know how the other species fuels, but that’s what makes us women tick.
