Hey It's OK...

The thing I love most about the magazine Glamour is the page "Hey It's Ok...". I always find something on that page that sometimes I feel guilty about, but it's ok to do. So I present to you, the list of things that you may feel guilty or bad about....but really, it's ok.

Hey, it's OK...

to love candy-canes, mushy Christmas movies and all that other shamelessly seasonal stuff

if you're usually the one who goes in first for a hug

never to have spent the night in a hostel, a tent or an older man's bed. No one ever said you had to be worldly to be happy.

to read three horoscopes, but only one newspaper

to know 100 stress-reduction techniques but still think that slamming the door beats them all

not to go outside all weekend. The world WILL go on without you

not to have settled on a hair colour yet. You've got the rest of your life to sort it out

to hold on to a bunch of bad habits

to get genuinely depressed when your favourite team loses

to consider riding on a swing a form of cardio

to be terrified of spiders. Save your fearlessness for the stuff that matters

to choose the colour before the car model

to want your mom when the going gets tough

if you can't help checking yourself out in all semi-reflective surfaces (cabs, windows, shiny office buildings, ponds)

to argue with him on the first date

to want sex more often than he does. MUCH more often

to turn down the more prestigious job you 'should' take and keep the one you love

if you do not, in fact, want to be the next Martha

to walk by a full-length mirror and think, "hot!"

to find it hard to tell your best friend how much you love her

if you could care less about thread count

to use a different voice when you talk to your pets. That said, very few other humans should EVER hear this voice

if you're one of those people who actually like the holidays. When did we all get so cynical, anyways?

to have a healthy fear of eyelash curlers

to cry in public

to only really look at the pictures that you're in

to know, and tell the whole world EXACTLY what you want for the holidays

not to get it right on the first, second, third or even fourth try

to block out a day to do absolutely nothing, with absolutely no one. It's like deep conditioning for the soul

if you don't tell anyone that the flowers you got are from your mom

to give up on the wine list and just order a beer

to quit worrying about the last five pounds. No one else knows that they exist

not to delete your ex from your cell phone. Just for now

not to argue when someone offers to pick up the check

if you run out of good advice. Most of the time people just want you to listen anyways

to do that annoying Bridget Jones thing and watch him sleep. Just don't get caught, it is a little creepy

to get a secret thrill when you see a celebrity with frown lines

to have some of your deepest, most heartfelt conversations with your dog

not to share your dessert

to pick your doctor because a) he's good, and b) he looks a little like Patrick Dempsey

not to know exactly why you're crying

if you prefer sex with the lights off. You can be proud of your body and still like doing it in the dark

to stop trying to figure out what he meant and just ask

to read his horoscope before yours

not to be a skim milk, dressing on the side, hold the bacon kind of girl

if the only place you've ever had sex is a bedroom

if you're not a cat person...OR a dog person

to get kind of pissed at him for something he did to you in a dream

to be completely truthful about how someone's butt looks in their jeans

not to tell him that you stopped being mad an hour ago

if you're never going to be one of those women who saunter happily around the gym locker room naked

if you're still not sure what your best colour is

to throw out all of your underwear and start over