The other night, Master referred to me as his "trophy wife". I found that amusing, to be honest. I think I'm reasonably okay to look at but I wouldn't really have put myself in the trophy wife category by any stretch of the imagination. To me, in my mind, a trophy wife is someone who is very young, very attractive, usually high maintenance and who is valued more because of how she looks than what is between her ears.
I have always prided myself more on my brain than on my looks and am hoping to instill the same values in my kidlets. Basically, it's wonderful to be smart AND look good. There is no reason why these two things cannot co-exist in the same individual. But I have always felt that a woman (or anyone, for that matter) should try and go further based on their intelligence than they do on the way they look. After all, as Judge Judy once said, "Beauty fades but stupid is forever".
But back on topic.
Master does have a few rules that govern what I'm supposed to look like. He likes long hair. Recently, I had to ask him for permission to cut about 3" off my hair. It needed it, and while he grumbled about it, my hair is now 3" shorter. But, because he finds long, flowing hair very sexy, my hair is always tied back or pinned up when I go out, especially when I am out without Master.
Master likes my toe and fingernails to be painted and looking nice. He is fine if, during the 11 months of winter that this part of Canada seems to be experiencing, my toes are not always painted simply because I wear socks about 99% of the time. In the summer, however, when sandals are a thing, the toe nails get painted.
As far as clothing, I maybe have stricter modesty standards than Master would normally impose. I don't like people looking at me. I prefer to blend into the background (another reason why I found the trophy wife moniker odd) so wearing modest clothing is more comfortable for me. Not that I hate my body. It's just that the only people who I want to enjoy it are Master and myself.
That being said, I love going all out and getting dressed up when its a special occasion. Master is military and there are functions to go to from time to time, as well as other times that call for us to dust off the dress clothes and get all cleaned up. Master loves showing me off and loves the fact that I always dress appropriately for the occasion.
I'm glad that he cares about how I look and how I present myself. I know that my appearance is, to a certain extent, a reflection on him as well as on myself and I try to keep that in mind whenever I am getting ready to go out.
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