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It really is about confidence!

This is how I look today:


No makeup, moderate VPL, okay hair, sunburned nose. But every time I looked in the mirror this morning I felt pretty good. I’m not saying I saw no flaws; I saw a few, and I even identified them aloud to myself. But then I immediately identified the good stuff, and I made sure I ended on that positive note. And, lo and behold, at least half of the men I passed on the way to the park this afternoon took a second look. A few even smiled at me!
So maybe I look better than I give myself credit for, but I have a feeling it has more to do with that little extra swing in my hips, and that easy smile on my lips.
Maybe confidence really is key. Or maybe it’s just that Frowny McWorryalot is kind of unattractive. Noted, men of London. Thanks for the smiles today.

PS For anyone who actually reads these things, let it be known that I have integrated pilates into my workout routine and decided not to be so hard on myself. Fuck sticktoitiveness, I'd rather just be happy.
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dereklipkin said…
Preach, girl! Preach! And not to say that I should take full credit, but who was the first to say "you are awesome being you," huh? hehe :)

You are awesome. And when you realize it, it really can make a difference. Happy day!
3 May 2008 at 22:44
Anne said…
oh derek, you were so right. i've realized i LOVE my name!
ps i'm so happy sara brought you into my life. just to get a little cheesy on ya.
4 May 2008 at 03:42
dereklipkin said…
hehe, I notice the edit on your post. Good save. :)
4 May 2008 at 21:15
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