I had a conversation similar to this one this evening.
It started with something to the effect of,
"When he placed his hand on my waist, all that ran
through my mind was, 'Suck it in! SUCK IT IN!'"
That pesky little snippet folded into my skin, and
made itself at home. I can't stop thinking about it.
Naturally, I tried to be Liz Gilbert, offering words
of wisdom, dripping with encouragement, but ended
up referencing this clip instead. Because there's no
point in trying to be like fake Liz Gilbert when you
can have real Liz Gilbert tell it to you,
I think it's sick, this thing we do to ourselves.
Often times, we're in the presence of beautiful people,
smart, intelligent, worth-something-people who admire
us equally, and it is all we can do not to beat ourselves up,
check marking each of our imperfections,
waiting for someone else to notice them, too.
Here's the thing: Anyone worth knowing isn't looking for
On the same subject, but a different note,
I'm seriously obsessed with Liz Gilbert. To make words resound like hers...
dream big, right?
"There is a wonderful, old Italian joke about a poor man who goes to church every day and prays before the statue of a great saint, begging, 'Please, please, please let me win the lottery'. Finally, the exasperated statue comes to life and looks down at the begging man and says, 'My son: Please, please, please buy a ticket!' So, now I get the joke. And I've got three tickets."
(If you don't drool over her writing, you've got issues. And bad taste. I'm serious.)