Tonight at dinner, I laughed when a dear friend referred to me as 'glamorous'. I told her that I am anything but. She smiled and flicked her wrist as if to say, Oh Please.
The truth is that I know who I am. I don't think I'm beautiful or special. I don't have a killer body and I'm not cool. I'm also (if you couldn't tell) my own worst enemy and harshest critic.
I got to thinking that often times I am too hard on myself.
This is my favorite "glamour shot" of myself. I know what you're thinking. This photo is a DISASTER! My bra is showing, my hair is out of place, and I'm too busy doing "Thriller" to look at the camera. But, I like what I see here. It's one of my favorite photos of all time. Why? Because it's SO ME. A nice mess.
I look happy. And happiness is glamorous.
Sure, glamorous to some may be slathering their face with hundred dollar creams and falling asleep in their Pratesi sheets. (I use Clarins that I got from a blogging event and slumber in Nautica bedding.) But to me, this is it.
So, how about we meet halfway?
If you leave me a comment telling me why you think YOU'RE glamorous, I'll enter you in a JGIWC-exclusive giveaway to win the GLAMOROUS Dr. Perricone Cold Plasma Creme.
This creme retails for $150 and stops the ten signs of aging. Read more about it here. If you're interested in discounts, you can visit their blog.
We could all use a little ego boost every now and again.