I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming, Oh, so charming It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning And entrancing, Feel like running and dancing for joy, For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy!
Yep, that's me. Except for that last part. I have no boy. But guess what? That's okay!
Because seriously? My self confidence is at an all time high. I look good, I feel good, I'm having a good time.
If I were a boy, I'd be swave and deboner, yo.
I just spent about ten minutes curling my hair and it's all light and fluffy and bouncy. And this is notable because never in my life have I been able to do anything with my hair. Mostly due to lack of patience to try. I just got bored too quickly. But I took five minutes this morning to mousse and blow dry and then another ten to curl and it's bee-yoo-tee-ful.
And I've started doing my nails again and same thing. As long as I'm slow and take my time they turn out great. None of the messes like I used to make.
And I'm losing weight and I feel terrific and I'm wearing these cute little sweaters and I do have, if I may say so myself, a SPECTACULAR rack so these sweaters really look good.
But more than that? I feel, personality wise, on top of the world. I am funny and witty and charming. I make people laugh. I draw people to me. I pass people in the hall and I smile and say hello and I'm just happy, gaddummit.
