Every girl is talked to about it: self-esteem. How to improve your self esteem. The importance of self-esteem. Granted, it isn’t being bashed over our heads the way it used to be in elementary school. Because, boy, they really liked using that hyphenated word, self-esteem. I guess we were more impressionable back then and they were really just taking advantage of our mushy minds to mold them in a beneficial fashion. And I’m certainly not going to hold it against them. I would thank them if it wasn’t so cheesy. (Jeez, who is ‘them’ anyways? I guess it’s the teachers and parents and general other adults.)
But, the sad truth is, I don’t always look in the mirror and think, “Man, I feel like a million bucks.” (I seriously had a DARE instructor who told us we ought to say that to ourselves every morning.) But, this isn’t supposed to be a depressing, I’m-so-ugly post. This is supposed to be happy, because, TODAY I FEEL PRETTY.
I get that way every so often. I’ll just feel especially nice. I mean, my day wasn’t particularly good. Maybe my hair was slightly more shiny or voluminous or cooperative and I subconsciously noticed it. Or maybe I reapplied my make-up extra expertly. Or maybe my Sesame Street T-shirt was giving me feel-good vibes (that sounds sort of creepy). Or maybe I secretly had a really excellent day (I highly doubt that). I don’t know what it is, but today I just feel pretty.
I feel pretty damn it. Just give ma tiara and let me prance around in a gown for a day.
Okay, I’m done with the narcissism. I promise tomorrow I will be back to the normal level of pretty.
On a side note, I’m really obsessing over The Show by Lenka and You Don’t Know Me by Ben Folds (except I like this fan made version better). And while I’m at it, I think I’ll mention The Resolution because Stephenie Meyer directed it.
(By the by, this was written yesterday.)