I remember being that friend in high school and college, people would come up to and say, ” Your friend is so beautiful!”
I hadn’t thought about it a lot back then because I had no interest in needing people to think of me as something spectacular, but now that I think about it, I was always ‘that’ friend.
I wonder what it is about being told we are beautiful.. Especially by men. Older, sophisticated, ‘I’ve got it altogether’ kind of men. Maybe it is self assurance that there really are people out there who see something in the way you hold yourself, something you cannot and will not ever see in yourself. It is gratifying and reassuring that someone thinks you are also screaming, ‘I have it altogether.’
Even if that statement could be farther from the truth.
A hope that one day we will also see that ambition. That drive to be someone extraordinary. Because we are already there, we just don’t know it yet…