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I determined a few days ago that I am pretty.

Alright, that might sound strange to a few of you. Here's the thing: I knew I COULD look good/ I knew that.

I was also surprised whenever anyone found me particularly attractive and appealing.
Sure I knew I was smart (I'm not even as sharp as I used to be neither). And I am a good flirt. And a caring person, a good listener and all that stuff. Occasionally funny. Considered talented.

But I was never a catch. I always thought I had a great body, but a plain face. An ex-girlfriend told me that and it stuck, as I already thought it true.

For the last week and a half I've gotten into the habit of wearing a little makeup everyday. Just eyeliner and some easy to apply creme shadow. Eyeliner is, I think, the key to my face.

Two days ago I looked at myself in the mirror before going to pick up my man from his show. I was just walking by, but caught a glimpse of my face and thought:

I'm pretty.

It's a word I don't particularly like, but it was the right word. And I didn't mean "I'm pretty NOW."

I almost cried.
It's really something to feel something like that is true without someone telling it to you.
Of course, it helps that I believe my man when he sayd it, but now I believe it better.

I might just be a great catch.
Not perfect of course, but who is?

I wish you an evening like the one I had. The implications are fabulous.


Love to you...