I was having a conversation last night with a friend of mine about the qualities we once found important in ourselves and our friends prior to having children.
6 years ago, I was manicure, highlighted, tanned and made-up. All.the.time. I was religious about my every 6 weeks, $120 highlight job, my trips for a mani/pedi, never leaving the house without my hair styled (complete with product!) and makeup on. I expected the same of my friends. I would have never ran out for lunch for a friend with no makeup and sporting yoga pants.
I’m an itty bitty, teeny weensie bit annoyed by those people. People like me, circa 2003. Back then, I was very likely to base who I wanted to hang around with on their appearance and how they presented themselves to others.
Shallow. Very, very shallow.
Now, I chose my friends more carefully. Hair, make-up, fake tan…none of that matters. I want to be friends with women who are frazzled, no-makeup wearing, pony tailed and wearing PJ pants to meet at someone’s house for a movie. I want friends who are like me. Not just in appearance, but in personality, morals and interests.
I want friends who are moms, who get me, who get more than how much they like m highlights or the color of my nail polish.
I want true friends.