That (pretty) Girl

I'm pretty again.
It's been awhile, but it feels good to be back. Sure, it may not be a constant prettiness, there may be a doubt here and there, or a momentary lapse of confidence, but I'm pretty again. It feels good to say those words, as vain and superficial as it may sound. I don't remember feeling sure of it for over a year now. Sure, there was the "nice ass" feeling... but not the "pretty" feeling. This is all much more than physical and self-image topics and I don't really know how to explain what I mean. It's deeper than that. I still remember that one particular moment when I felt it more than ever, when I was sure. I don't take compliments well, but I appreciated it. God, did I appreciate it. It felt good to hear it again, to think it again.
Lately I've been thinking that maybe I'm only cynical to defend myself. "Feeling pretty" may be the way to begin the end of that. And again, my "feeling pretty" isn't mearly a physical thing.

None of this made sense, but I don't seem to care. I'm pretty, damnit. I can get away with anything I want.