Do you think I am pretty?

Tell me I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I'm perfect-- But tell me the truth.

shell silversmith-1999

I watch my ego dancing across my reality. It wants to be loved. It wants to be appreciated. It wants to appear as beautiful. It wants to be in the world and experience all the beauty that is possible even when it is extremely ugly. My ego wants to protect me. My ego wants to enhance me. My ego usually is me.

I look how much I want to be that child I was at 2 or 3 when every one noticed me. When every one thought I was perfect. That was a time when I could crawl upon laps and just feel so warm and perfect. I want to return there.

I want to crawl upon a cosmic lap and feel the big warm fuzzy feelings that come when the goddess loves me as much the god. I want to feel empowered by knowing that I am all that I want to be.

I don't think that I am so strange in wanting to be loved. I don't think that I am so strange in wanting to be special. I don't think there is nothing strange at all in wanting to be cute. But, I would prefer to be exquisite and beautiful. I would loved to be drop-dead gorgeous. Am I? Who knows? I guess it depends on the observer and the culture.

Is it ego that I want to feel the appreciation of others? Is it ego that I want to feel good about the way I look? Is it an illusion that is culturally driver? Of course it is. However, do you think I am cute? Do you think I am precious? Do you think I am interesting?

If you don't, I can still be all of that and more.