Outrageous vanity

[smokingboot]

Today I am very pretty indeed. I shouldn't be really (and any photo taken of me would doubtless pop my balloon very fast!)considering I went to the gym make-upless and track-suit bottomed, but for no reason I can fathom, my eyes are sparkling, there's real glowing colour in my cheeks and I find myself grinning back at what I see.

Maybe it's the salad, maybe it's the fact that my love is back to his happy self, maybe it's serotonin levels, maybe it's the yoga, maybe it's the steam room, maybe it's the fact that I walked to the pool watched by hordes of admiring dudes. It's nice to turn heads when you don't have much on...gives one confidence despite one's flaws. The looks had nothing of the grimy leer of pocket billiard players, no sense of the meat market. Discreet enough to be comfortable, evident enough to swell my head and make me unbearable until it wears off! Right now I am high maintenance and worth every ounce of effort I exact. Pay me more attention! Run around for me. Feed me. Flatter me. Talk to me. Do a little dance. And a little more. And a little - no, that's too much. Waiter, send me another flirt, this one's not clever enough!

Actually, I am just a little girl playing at being poolside Barbie. I know work and reality are just around the corner. The conceit will fade when I next weigh myself or see my reflection at the end of the day. But this happiness, this lightness inside me, I hope it doesn't fade, or if it does, that it keeps coming back. At the core, it's not just frothy vanity. Can't work out how it happened, but today I woke up happy!

P.S. I have just checked my irrepressible beauty in the mirror. The orange juice I had just before leaving the gym has left vibrant stains all over my cheeks and chin. Very impressive!

Comments

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Hmm, considering my overbite, freckles and chubby chin, I suppose it's either inner beauty/overconfidence or a result of hyperventilating on the yoga mat!;-)