The Most Beautiful Day

I know most girls talk about having an Ugly Day. You know the one. The kinda of day where that back fat looks a little more pronounced or that front flesh, fanny pack is hanging lower than normal. You get so caught up in that ugliness that it practically runs your day. Your shoulders slump, your feet drag, your lips pout. You get to thinking, "Ugh! I got to expose this to the world. WHY?!"

But then there is the Beautiful Day that no one dwells on or talks about. You hide it behind a sleek little smile and coy blush. It's that day that you wake up and feel the sexiest you've every felt. The kinda of day where you hear Prince crooning, "Could you be, The most beautiful girl in the world."

I'm having that kinda of day.

I woke up feeling big on myself. As I rose from my bed, after cuddling with the Big Man, I sauntered (that's right, sauntered) into the bathroom to get ready for work. For a split second, I caught my reflection gleaming back at me from the wall mirrors. Then I really looked. It was the first time, in a long time, that I stood in front of the mirror to admire the stock I possessed. It had definitely rose overnight, prompting me to think, there was no way I was trading or selling it.

My skin glowed a gorgeous light caramel with tiny tinges of rose hues in the right places. My eyes were the perfect shade of Brazel (lil light brown/lil umber). My second chin had taken leave and just the one chin remained, jutting out haughtily. My hips were like the S curves on I-95. Swervy. My thighs were smooth with the right amount of roll. My booty was breaking zero gravity. I was fit to make love to myself, I looked and felt that good.

Now, this was no passing fancy. Even after I clothed myself, it felt like my swag got deeper. I strutted (that's right strutted) out my house got into my truck to head to the station, playing LL Cool J's "'Round A Way Girl" in my mental. As I lounged on the train ride, I could feel all eyes on me (in a good way). The eyes kept following me right off the train, on to the escalator and on to the Orange Line.

At this very second, clicking away on my keyboard, I'm still feeling like the Most Beautiful Girl in the World. I hope you all do to... Pray for me, y'all!