It’s a rare moment friends.
I feel pretty.
The kind where you lower your head slightly and smile. Or you want to smile into the mirror because you know that in that moment, no body could find you more pretty than you do.
The kind where you let your hair be a little messy and drop off your face carelessly because it makes you feel free.
The type of pretty where you feel warmness in your chest.
You know… the hope that the world will see you as pretty as you really are someday.
p.s. the post image is me.