"Hot Southern Mess"
My mother always said “You need to act like a lady if you
are ever going to be the perfect wife.” Well that would require me to first
become ‘lady like’ and then sell my soul to the devil. Down south, women were
groomed to be perfect trophy wives. One must be the total package in order to
catch a man that had sort of social ranking at the country club. To my parents
and sister dismay being sold off to the highest bidder in society wasn't the life
for me.
Hi I’m Molly and anything but the southern belle type. My hair isn't blonde and I don’t wear dresses.
My shoe selection consists of my favorite chucks and I’m lucky that I shower
daily. I bite my nails and play guitar, and well my makeup regimen involves of
the very basics. I don’t hold any pageant titles and I’m entirely too awkward
at social gatherings.
So what does one do when her younger sister finds the man of
her dreams and gets married? You suck it up and put on that horrible bridesmaid
dress and explain to everyone that you are perfectly content on living alone
for the rest of your life. Then you get the hell out of there.
I just wanted to play my music and live my life, free of
sparkles and crowns. Being twenty-five
and not married wasn't the end of the world, in reality it was just the
beginning. I was not going to worry
about finding “the one” till it found me. One afternoon I walked right into all
six-foot-three rock star of it.
Hi, my name is Molly and I’m a complete Hot Southern Mess.
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