Today at dinner, my friend Kandace and I found ourselves standing next to a another young woman waiting for her food. Her hair was perfectly curled, she wore a blue and white sundress, and she was rocking a pair of cute leather booties. I told her how much I loved her outfit, and she thanked me with a huge smile on her face.
“I could lie and pretend like I just threw this on—but to be honest—I tried. Really hard.”
Kandace, me, and the girl fell out laughing. I told her she was my new favorite person for that.
When people compliment us, we either humbly or shyly deflect the comment, or we just smile and say, “Thanks,” because quite frankly—we know how hot we look.
But what this girl said was so honest. When we look at other people or even objects, we seem to always focus on the end product or finished appearance—which is good—but we don’t ever really pay much tribute to or acknowledge the work it took to get there.
That’s probably how it’s supposed to be.
But still. It’s good to remember just this:
Nothing starts perfect.
It takes work to get to where you want to be. It takes a little bit of time and effort.
Recognize the journey, celebrate the destination.
And when you look damn good—flaunt it.