I am feeling really beautiful right now. You know how sometimes you get those days when you feel gorgeous and think "Who could resist me?"
I am pale and soft-featured, with small dark eyes, shadows underneath my eyes, small cute lips, long glossy dark hair, long fingers, bony wrists, long arms and legs on a 5'4 figure, strong booty, big full breasts that I like to bounce around when I dance and I love to feel the strength in my back and in my waist when I move and practice balletic moves. I've been told that I'm beautiful, and I can be charming and sweet when I want to be, and sometimes I love to feel beautiful and flirt with men and lock eyes with them for a few seconds at a time, working my flirtatious charm. I secretly have crushes on old men who look like Willie Nelson or John Hurt, but I stick to making eyes at young guys who looked scruffy and cute (and who every girl wants).
I did yoga tonight and felt so catlike and graceful and euphoric. I love the feeling of having full D-cup breasts on a curved pale body.
I've been really busy with schoolwork, and have been really happy with all the writing I've accumulated, and with my pieces being published online. I had an internship with the Village Voice, and Friday I get to interview a photographer for Venus magazine! And I'll be out of college in a year, my parents moved far away, and I'll be able to find a new place to live in once I research and take some chances during the winter and spring breaks.
At these times I feel like a real little lady when I wear makeup, have fresh-smelling hair, and walk like a sophiscated young woman. When I'm feeling this beautiful, I would think, "I should be fighting them off with a stick! I'm an intelligent pretty lady!"