I was reading Marie Claire Magazine last night and came upon an article that has inspired me today. Today I am beautiful. I am not just sexy, I am sultry. I have the smoky eye, I have the schwoopy bangs, I’ve got the red sweater that clings just right to the good Vicky bra (not the comfortable one, the good one), and the red reflects onto my face so I don’t get that “you look so pale, are you alright?” question. I’m walking through the skyway telling myself, I look good. I look great. People look my way and I tell myself they’re thinking, damn she’s hot, and, gee I wish I could have that Frappuccino and stay that thin but it all goes to my hips….
Hey, it’s a rare high-self-esteem day. I revel in them.