You are Her

We all have that one friend.  You know the one. The one who turns heads no matter where she goes. She walks into any restaurant, bar, club, grocery store, gym, bank...and men turn. They watch. They smile. They check her out from head to toe and you can see the appreciation and lust in their eyes because they cannot see you. 

You adore her. She is funny. Intelligent. Bakes a mean lasagna and has driven hours to visit you when you were without wheels. But being around her when the men are flocking kicks the shit out of your ego. In her company a man may approach you merely to relay his interest in her. Ouch. So now when you excuse yourself to use the ladies room you abuse the girl reflected in the mirror. Yep, those laugh lines are deeper. The outfit could be more up-to-date. Maybe I should have worn lipstick like her. 

Why do we do this? Why do we let how awesome she is, affect how awesome we are? She is not you. You are not her. Why do we let our self esteems be lowered by the DNA fortune of another? 

 

But wait... She keeps her head up and makes eye contact when she enters a room. She is quick to smile.  She has an air of confidence that must come from always being the most attractive. Or maybe, just maybe, she has an air of confidence that has made her attractive. 

Shoulders back, head up, smile on your lips... and when you pass by the mirror a head is bound to turn... Yours. You are her. Confidence is sexy.