Happy Christmas

So this has abolutely nothing to do with Christmas, but oh well. Deal with it. :~)

Ok, so I care entirely way too much what other people think of me. I tend to also let what other people think of me rule how I think of myself and act and such. I care a wee little bit that this may end up coming off as conceited, but I assure you, this isn't from a spirit of pride. More of. . . surprise.

These past few days, I have honestly thought of myself as pretty/attractive/whateveradjectiveyouchoosetoyourliking. I know the different adjectives can convey a different form of. . . attractiveness, but I don't think I really honestly applied them to myself. People have said it to me, but I don't think I really believed them. Ok, well, I'm sure there have been points where I've thought it, but this seems different. Other times were because of special occasions or special apparel, or because others have told me so (guys). This is different because I think it. Independently.

It's so weird for me. It's kind of thrilling to look in the mirror and not be disappointed or disgusted or whatever. I'm not used to it. Instead of just being fine with what I see because I have no other choice, I like it. >sigh> (the good kind of sigh) I don't know what else to say. I can see comments coming such as, "Sica, you are beautiful, inside and out" (Pam, I love you, but I could see that reaction.) And it's not that I haven't been told that. I just never beleived it. I think I do now. :~)

Have a wonderful Christmas and enjoy the rest of your break!!