(cupcakes don't actually make me feel beautiful, this is so not a post about body image in terms of food. i just think these are pretty; and they were made by a mom-to-be, with homemade candy toppers made by her own mom, who carried the flower sweets on a plane across the country. that's beautiful.)
i just spent the afternoon with bride-to-be on our third day of dress searching. she was already decided, although not thrilled, and we were on our way to the tailor (or seamstress, i do not know which), when we stopped off for a veil. i pulled two dresses for her to try on, just because. and got that shivery feeling when she stepped out in number two. she had it too, in spades. that whole silly yes-to-the-dress feeling. it's real! i think it comes from looking at another woman feeling absolutely gorgeous. looking at any human being feeling beautiful, what a wonderful thing to share.
and now i'm on my way to ballet class at my local gym. it's completely un-pretentious, a 180 from the classes i took in college, and i feel beautiful when i look in the mirror. just the grace of the poses and the calm that the teacher implores us to keep on our faces. it's not about fixating on weight, and i don't think for a second about my ill-fitting jeans. and i look around the room and see the regulars and complete strangers that come and smile at each other and share that feeling, and everyone leaves walking like queens and kings and princesses.
what makes you feel beautiful?