I Feel Pretty...Oh So Pretty...

I feel pretty and witty and gay!
And I pity any girl who isn't me today!

So for the past 24hrs or so plenty of people have been coming up to me proclaiming my beauty with such conviction that at first I was a little taken aback, then confused, the flustered,and then flattered. Curious as to what they were seeing I looked in the mirror when I got home and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Still same old me, only it was the tired slightly pained version from a long day and a fractal amount of sleep the night before. Neither acknowledging or dismissing the proclamations from earlier I prepped for the next day and passed out.

After a good night's rest and time to peacefully get ready for today I got dressed, ate breakfast and applied my make up. I had considered putting on a full face of makeup when I came to the conclusion that I might look like the Bride of Chucky for my event around 8pm tonight. So I ended up only applying mascara, blush and lip gloss. With that I picked up my bag and looked in the mirror and to my amazement I saw what everyone was seeing before. After taking a couple of seconds to admire God's beauty I ran out the door to face the day. I've already had one compliment but this time I simply said thank you. I know I have pretty days but I need to understand that my beauty transcends the days that I think I'm pretty. It's everyday. But for right now...

I feel charming, oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel...