Some things in life are just universal among women, and one of them is sheer, unwavering stubbornness—especially when it comes to everyday habits, beauty routines, and personal quirks. If you’re a girl, you’ll instantly relate to these little signs of determination that seem to be built into your DNA. And yes, if you’ve ever used a lipstick down to the very last possible swipe (like the image above suggests), then you definitely know what we’re talking about!
The Lipstick That Refuses to Die
Let’s start with the most iconic form of stubbornness: refusing to throw away a lipstick, no matter how tiny it gets. That little plastic casing at the bottom? Yeah, there’s still product in there, and you will dig it out with your fingernail, a brush, or even a bobby pin before declaring it finished. Why? Because every last bit of that shade is precious.
Men might not understand, but every girl knows that finding the perfect lipstick color is rare. Once you find the one, there’s no way you’re letting a single speck go to waste.
Wearing Heels Even When It Feels Like Foot Torture
Blisters? Sore arches? Toes screaming in agony? None of it matters when those heels make your outfit look 🔥. Every girl has had at least one night where she’s powered through the pain because she refused to let discomfort win. The stubbornness to “make it work” leads to countless nights of wobbling, carrying flats in a purse just in case, and even using band-aids as a desperate attempt to keep going.
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And let’s be honest—when someone asks, “Are you okay?” while you’re limping, the automatic response is always, “I’m fine.”
Holding On to That One Bra That Has Seen Better Days
You know the one—the straps are barely hanging on, the underwire is poking through (but somehow, it doesn’t hurt that much), and it has stretched out beyond recognition. Yet, it’s the comfiest bra you own, and you refuse to part with it.
Sure, you have newer, fancier ones sitting in your drawer, but nothing feels quite as right as this well-worn, slightly battle-scarred piece of lingerie.
Convincing Yourself You Can Carry Everything in One Trip
Why make two trips when you can nearly break your arms trying to carry it all at once? Whether it’s bringing in grocery bags, carrying a pile of laundry, or juggling way too many shopping bags, there’s something about making one epic trip that feels like a personal achievement.
Does it matter if your fingers are turning purple from the weight? Nope. Does it matter if you drop half of it and have to go back anyway? Still no. It’s the principle of it all.
“I Don’t Need a Jacket” – Famous Last Words
How many times has someone told you to bring a jacket, and you confidently said, “No, I’ll be fine,” only to spend the next few hours freezing and regretting every life decision? But instead of admitting defeat, you’ll cross your arms, shiver in silence, and pretend you’re not cold.
Borrowing someone else’s jacket? That’s an option—but stubbornness wins every time.
Not Washing Your Hair Because “It Still Looks Fine”
Dry shampoo exists for a reason, and girls have mastered the art of stretching a hair wash as long as possible. Day three? It’s still fine. Day four? Maybe a ponytail. Day five? A messy bun totally counts as a hairstyle.
It’s not laziness—it’s about preserving the natural oils and making sure you don’t strip your hair of its moisture… or at least, that’s what we tell ourselves.
Refusing to Ask for Help Until It’s Absolutely Necessary
Whether it’s assembling furniture, opening a jar, or lifting something heavy, there’s a certain level of stubborn pride in trying to do it alone first. The jar lid might require 10 minutes of struggling and gritted teeth, but victory tastes sweeter when you finally pop it open without assistance.
And if someone offers to help? The automatic response is, “I got it.”
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Keeping Clothes You Haven’t Worn in Years – Just in Case
That dress from five years ago that you might need for a special occasion? The jeans that haven’t fit in ages but could fit again one day? Every girl has a closet full of “just in case” outfits that never actually get worn—but getting rid of them? Impossible.
Because the moment you do, you’ll suddenly find the perfect occasion where you wish you still had it. And that’s a regret no one wants.
Using Every Last Drop of a Beauty Product
It doesn’t matter if squeezing out that last bit of foundation requires full upper-body strength or if your mascara is practically dry—you paid for it, so you’re using it to the bitter end. Cutting open lotion bottles, scooping out the last remains of a face cream, or even adding a little water to shampoo just to make it last longer? Classic signs of beauty-product stubbornness.
Final Thoughts
Stubbornness isn’t just a personality trait—it’s a survival skill. From refusing to waste a single swipe of lipstick to convincing ourselves we don’t need a jacket, every girl has her own set of determined quirks. It’s not about being difficult; it’s about maximizing what we have, standing our ground, and proving (mostly to ourselves) that we can make it work.
Because at the end of the day, being a little stubborn just makes life more interesting.
My MIL Snuck My Son Out at Night – What She Planned Next Had Me in Shock
Escaping my ex-husband should have marked the end of my nightmare, but instead, it was just the start of a new one. When my former mother-in-law showed up at our new home, I never imagined her obsession would lead to a morning I still can’t forget. What she did to my son, Tyler, was something I could never forgive.
Being a single mom already feels like running a marathon that never ends. There’s work, chores, and taking care of Tyler—it’s a lot to handle. But when you add an ex-mother-in-law who’s determined to make your life harder? That’s when things truly start to spiral out of control.
I live with my 10-year-old son, Tyler, in a cozy little house. It’s not fancy, but it’s ours, and I’m proud of it. I bought it after splitting from my ex-husband, Billy, thanks to some smart investments I’d made. Who knew those would be my way out?
Billy and I were together for about 15 years. During that time, I knew him as a kind and compassionate man who treated women with respect.
I used to think his mother, Valerie, had raised a really good man. But things between us started to change, and so did my view of everything.
It all started when Billy lost his job in finance and couldn’t find one that paid him the same. This change really turned his life upside down. He began staying out all night, spending our savings at casinos. One day, I tried to talk some sense into him.
“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I asked gently. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
“I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” he snapped at me. “Did I ask you for advice? Stop bothering me with your unwanted career advice and go find something else to do!”
That was just a taste of what I had to deal with. But I kept giving him chances, hoping he would change. It broke my heart to see the man I loved become so miserable and angry.
Then came the day when I realized I couldn’t stay with him anymore, especially not with Tyler around.
I remember it was a Thursday night, and Billy wasn’t home when I got back from work. I thought he must be at the casino or the club like usual.
“Where’s Daddy?” Tyler asked me as I tucked him into bed.
I hated lying to him, but what could I say?
“He’s out for some work, honey,” I lied, unable to meet my son’s eyes.
Tyler is smart, though.
“Work? But you said Daddy doesn’t work anymore,” he replied. “I don’t think he’s at work.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love,” I said, running my hand through his hair. “Now come on, it’s time to sleep.”
After leaving Tyler’s room, I headed to mine for some much-needed rest. But as I approached, I heard muffled noises.
I heard Billy’s voice, and that was okay. But then I heard a woman’s voice in MY bedroom.
It all started when Billy lost his job in finance and couldn’t find one that paid him the same. This change really turned his life upside down. He began staying out all night, spending our savings at casinos. One day, I tried to talk some sense into him.
“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I asked gently. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
“I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” he snapped at me. “Did I ask you for advice? Stop bothering me with your unwanted career advice and go find something else to do!”
That was just a taste of what I had to deal with. But I kept giving him chances, hoping he would change. It broke my heart to see the man I loved become so miserable and angry.
Then came the day when I realized I couldn’t stay with him anymore, especially not with Tyler around.
I remember it was a Thursday night, and Billy wasn’t home when I got back from work. I thought he must be at the casino or the club like usual.
“Where’s Daddy?” Tyler asked me as I tucked him into bed.
I hated lying to him, but what could I say?
“He’s out for some work, honey,” I lied, unable to meet my son’s eyes.
Tyler is smart, though.
“Work? But you said Daddy doesn’t work anymore,” he replied. “I don’t think he’s at work.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love,” I said, running my hand through his hair. “Now come on, it’s time to sleep.”
After leaving Tyler’s room, I headed to mine for some much-needed rest. But as I approached, I heard muffled noises.
I heard Billy’s voice, and that was okay. But then I heard a woman’s voice in MY bedroom.
I won’t go into details about what I saw when I opened that door. Let’s just say it was the final straw.
Billy wasn’t just cheating. He had no respect for me or his role as a father. Who brings their mistress home when their wife and child are there? A man who doesn’t care, that’s who.
So, to make a long story short, I left Billy the next day and sent him the divorce papers. He didn’t even try to fight for custody or visitation rights.
After leaving the house, we stayed at a friend’s place until I found our new home. It’s about two hours away from Billy’s place, and I thought Tyler and I could live peacefully here. But that was not the case.
There was one person determined to be part of our lives: Billy’s mother, Valerie.
I had no idea she had been stalking us until she showed up at our doorstep. We had barely been in our new place for two days when I heard that dreaded knock.
I opened the door, and there she was with her perfectly styled gray hair. My ex-MIL, Valerie, was ready to make our lives miserable.
“Margaret, dear! I’m here to see my grandson,” she said cheerfully, as if showing up uninvited was perfectly normal.
“Come in, Valerie,” I replied with a fake smile. “But please keep it short. We were just about to have dinner.”
She walked past me and headed into the living room.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding,” she remarked. “It’s quaint.”
“Tyler’s in his room,” I said, trying to change the subject. “I’ll go get him.”
But before I could move, Valerie turned to me. The look on her face was something I’d never seen before.
“Margaret, we need to talk about Billy,” she began. “You shouldn’t have left him like that.”
I could feel my cheeks burning with anger.
“Valerie, that’s none of your business. My relationship with Billy is over.”
“But I’m worried about Tyler,” she insisted. “A boy needs his father. You’re being selfish by keeping him away from his family.”
That was it. I’d had enough.
Then, I checked the bathroom, the living room, and even looked under his bed. Nothing. He wasn’t there.
I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest.
Where was he? I thought. Had he wandered out in the night? No, my boy would never do that.
Then I realized I needed to check the security cameras. So, I picked up my phone with shaking hands and looked at the footage from last night. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
It read: “IN 2 HOURS, YOUR SON WILL BE MINE FOREVER.”
My knees felt weak, and I gripped the counter to keep from falling. What did she mean? Where was she taking him?
I paced in the living room, waiting for the police to arrive. At that point, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I had to get my son back before it was too late.
Thank God they took it seriously and immediately started tracing her phone.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the police got a lead. Valerie’s car had been spotted near the town cemetery. It was about 20 miles from our house.
What on earth is Valerie doing there with Tyler? I thought.
Before long, the police drove me to the cemetery. As we pulled up, I saw Valerie standing near a gravestone with Tyler, who looked half-asleep. She was talking to him in a low voice.
“Tyler!” I screamed, jumping out of the car before it had fully stopped.
Valerie’s head snapped up, and she looked angry.
“No!” she shouted. “He needs to be with his daddy!”
The police were right behind me. They grabbed Valerie before she could do anything else, and I scooped Tyler into my arms, crying with relief.
As they led her away, Valerie kept muttering about how Billy “wanted his son back.” It was clear she had lost touch with reality a long time ago.
That day, I promised myself I would never let Valerie near my son again. She’s in custody now, but the memory of that morning still haunts me.
I don’t know if I’ll ever truly feel safe again.
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