Monday mornings are not my forte. Actually, no mornings are my forte. This Monday, when my alarm went off, I rolled out of bed with 15 minutes before class, brushed my teeth and walked out the door. That’s right folks, no hairbrush, no change of clothes, no contact lenses. As my father would put it, “That’s how I roll.”
I walked into class only to discover that I was the most disheveled looking person there.
Imagine my disappointment and embarrassment, in my sweatpants, mismatched t-shirt, side ponytail, and glasses that have the thickness of bulletproof glass.  To make matters worse, the girls in my class were looking picture perfect.
I wonder where they find the time to put together the perfect outfit with the right shoes and accessories.  How long have these girls been standing in front of the mirror getting their hair and makeup just right?  Why doesn’t that girl who looks flawless have her homework done?  What happened to priorities?
Don’t get me wrong, everyone tries to look somewhat presentable for the first week of class.  People judge you based on first impressions.  Don’t shake your head no.  That’s what people do; we judge.
However, by the second week of school, I usually give up on looking nice.
I’ve never been very much of a girly-girl.  My friends and sisters have tried on countless occasions to teach me to accessorize.  All attempts result in failure.  I don’t think about which sandals go best with my shorts, or which jewelry will look best with my top.  It’s just not who I am.
And if I were going to make an effort, it certainly wouldn’t be at 8 a.m.  It certainly wouldn’t be for a group of strangers in my Monday morning class either.
Girls go through absolute hell to look the way society tells them to look.  We work out, we watch what we eat, we tan, we wax our unmentionables, we dye our hair, and we spend way too much money on makeup.  It’s sort of perplexing.  My boyfriend does none of these things.  If he showers, it’s a good day and if he shaves his face, something important must be happening later in the day.
I’m not a feminist.  I’m not sippin’ on any haterade, boys.  You didn’t do this to us.  We did it to ourselves.  If we didn’t focus on beauty so much, you wouldn’t either.
Ladies, I challenge you to roll out of bed and go to class as you are for one week.  I bet you’ll like it.  There are only benefits to my challenge; extra sleep, extra time.  Imagine being in class and having an itch in your eye that you can scratch without worrying about your make up. Imagine wearing shoes you’re actually comfortable in; you’re not fooling anyone with those heels.  Imagine learning the class material, the material you’re paying thousands of dollars a year for, in comfortable clothing.
Imagine putting more time into who you are as a person than you do putting on your make up.  You may like what you see but more importantly, you may like how you feel.