Pretty Woman

In most of my posts, I ramble on about how unhappy I am about my body and how I look. I admit that I am a bit insecure and I do sometime wish that I was a bit thinner in some areas, and fuller in others. But sometimes I do look in the mirror, turn my body in different angles and say “you are quite a pretty woman, you know that?”

Today has been one of those days.

I haven’t lost any weight, just toned up a bit more since the last time I went to the gym. I just have on light mascara and a little bit of purple-pinkish lipstick to add color to my face, no heavy make-up. My favorite sport bra that holds things snuggly and comfortably and a pair of athletic shorts have been my attire all day since my run this morning. Nothing special is going on today (Except volleyball later tonight with some friends), so there hasn’t been any need for myself to dress up. I don’t know why I feel pretty today, but I do.

It’s a bit embarrassing, and I’ve been pondering whether or not I want to admit such a thing, but I’ve spent the last hour singing and dancing to my spotify playlist. In addition to that I’ve been posing in front of the mirror, pretending that I’m a model being photographed and imagining what it would be like. I think all young women do this at least once in their lives. We pretend to be that impossible being plastered all over magazines, billboards, and ads. And when we do, we suddenly feel confident, bold, and beautiful. It’s odd actually, how such imagination can make us feel good at times and at other times make us feel repulsive.

But the point is, it feels nice to think this way about myself, for all women to feel this way about themselves. We are beautiful beings, and we come in different shapes and sizes for a reason - to add meaning and depth to this world.