I realized tonight that the times I feel most beautiful are when I'm taking a long, quiet, peaceful, candle-lit bubble bath and when I'm naked in bed with someone. An incredible revelation. The scenarios are so polar opposite, and yet absolutely the same. It makes me want to wrap my arms around myself in gratitude, because I have only myself to thank for that. And the wonderful fact of it speaks for itself. All the other times, when I don't feel beautiful, are when my ego is louder than my most intimate, most authentic self. I will remember this, from now on, any time I doubt myself.