Wow.
A revelation struck me only moments ago. I was sitting on the couch thinking about how gorgeous all the women in the movie I was watching were (Frida), and how beautiful all the women I know are, and how I pale in comparison. Only when I walked into my bathroom to confirm this and looked in the mirror I didn't find the ugly, fat, girl that I expected to greet me as she always does. Instead she was poised, sweet, and to my surprise, pretty.
Maybe referring to myself in that way is vain, but the thought of me being attractive has always left me feeling incredulous. Up until a minute ago, with a few brief exceptions, I have always thought of myself as plain, fat, and less then attractive. So tonight I am pretty, and I don't care if that sounds conceited, because by the time I wake up tomorrow I might no longer believe it's true.
This post is purely informational and is in no way meant to make anybody feel bad for me or about me. Nor is it's intended purpose to get any kind of criticism or compliments. I just wanted to put in words that for a little while I was pretty, so if I stop believing it I can at least look back and try and remember how I'm feeling right now.
Sweet dreams and all my love.
Maybe referring to myself in that way is vain, but the thought of me being attractive has always left me feeling incredulous. Up until a minute ago, with a few brief exceptions, I have always thought of myself as plain, fat, and less then attractive. So tonight I am pretty, and I don't care if that sounds conceited, because by the time I wake up tomorrow I might no longer believe it's true.
This post is purely informational and is in no way meant to make anybody feel bad for me or about me. Nor is it's intended purpose to get any kind of criticism or compliments. I just wanted to put in words that for a little while I was pretty, so if I stop believing it I can at least look back and try and remember how I'm feeling right now.
Sweet dreams and all my love.