What It's REALLY Like To Be A Woman, Summed Up In 21 Photos

Ah, our beloved friends that help us quickly keep part of our hair away from our faces — and the devastating crunch or crack sound that means we've lost yet another one.

There are so many skin tones out there and so many shades of makeup, yet we somehow always manage to find the wrong one. Instead, we end up using one that makes our face look orange, much like an Oompa Loompa.

To be cool or to look cool? That is the question. Because we all know as soon as we use a scrunchie, our hair will never be the same.

Coming out of Sephora, Ulta, or any makeup place where they let you test shades, you look like you're an artist's canvas. How else would we be able to tell which shades match our skin tones?

You've just finished painting your nails and you're waiting for them to dry. And then you have to go to the bathroom. Or open a can of soda. Or do anything really, all while your nails are still wet. Why must we always make such hard decisions?

Does our hair grow longer or thicker in between using the shampoo and the conditioner? How else can we explain why there's always more conditioner missing?

There's nothing — I repeat: nothing — like coming home after a long day and taking off our bra. Nothing.

Under the arm or in the heart, it doesn't matter where. The minute that underwire pokes through and stabs us we feel utterly betrayed by a best friend.

We have so many shirts, skirts, blazers, suits, dresses, pants, sweaters, jackets and shoes that we don't have room for more. But still, we can never find anything we want to wear.

Yes, it cuts off our circulation and leaves a mark, but at least we will know we always have a spare pony tail should we need it.

We keep hair ties in our bags, pockets, wrists, bras, and everywhere else we can think to keep an extra one, just in case we lose the one on our wrist.

Thank goodness for leggings and tights.

It helped us through some tough acne times and some easy touch-up times. But still, we mourn it when we open the compact to this monstrosity.

Whether it's because we're pregnant, in the middle of PMS, or just because, we all get those weird cravings. And the worst is when we don't even know what we're craving, but we need it now.

We wake up with cramps and before we do anything, we grab the whole bottle of Advil, Midol, Tylenol — anything we can get our hands on. And then we wonder if there really is a downside to taking them all.

We're rarely happy with our hair. If we have straight hair, we need to make it look naturally curled. If we're "plagued" by curly hair, we need to straighten it. And then there's the endless amount of products we put in our hair to make it stay that way.

We always have one side that we manage to get perfect and then the other side manages to come out like a three-year-old did it. Unless you're ambidextrous, you'll need to redo it.

Once we mess up the other side, it's an endless process of trying to get the sides to match without ruining the brilliant work we managed. Instead, we end up looking like this.

If by some miracle we manage to get our makeup to look amazing, that's when we get something in our eyes. Do we care about our eyes enough to risk our makeup to get it out, or is our makeup too perfect?

No, we didn't just kill someone. It's just those stupid little nicks we get that, for some unknown reason, bleed for hours.

Once we've taken care of all of our other problems and finally deem ourselves pretty enough for a selfie, we begin the endless selfie cycle, until we take that one photo that captures us just like we see ourselves.