Ever have that out-of-body experience when an old friend from the past recognizes you and you're not exactly camera-ready?
Well that happened to me yesterday. In the store... the store I meant to just dash in and grab a few food staples... that didn't happen. I didn't run into an old boyfriend, TYJ, but ran into an old friend. A friend from a clique of chicks I used to admire back in the day. She's good people, then and now. And now that I think about it I don't know what's more confusing -- do women dress for men, themselves or other women?
Discuss amongst yourselves.
I like to think I make all personal appearances as if I were prepped for a George Hurrell photo shoot -- but lately I know this simply isn't true.
As much as I deride LA denizens for being papparazzi-ready at any given moment, there's something to be said about looking your best in public places. But being back, getting to a place where it's not just about what's on the outside, but what's internal... that's what I've been trying to find.
So that's my new goal -- to be radiant.
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