To that man, who came over to our table in the restaurant/bar ……to tell me I looked magnificent. Thank you!! That was ballsy! and even though you walked away and me and my 4 girlfriends laughed…..don’t think I wasn’t touched. As a woman who was mesmorized by the beauty of my childhood best friends and then the women on my soccer team, comparing myself to them and deciding I had such a long way to go to be anything like them in all their mannerisms and beauty…..I find myself now at 41 forever unwinding, that which I internalized about myself. And though, yes, it is an inside job, it sure does feel good when someone from the outside goes out of the way to tell you….. you are beautiful.
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