Beautiful

Eight months ago, I met up with an older friend who is kind of a mother figure, to catch up on old news and make plans for new news. At one point in the conversation, she said, "Wow, I cannot get over how different you look! You walk as if you know you are walking in fulfillment of your destiny and your dreams. You walk as if you know you are beautiful."

Now, I am doing exactly the same things, but my walk is slouched. I can't turn my neck to the right for the pain, and while I am taking steps toward my destiny, I second-guess everything and don't take a single step without advice from at least one person. I don't have the confidence I had eight months ago, and I wonder... "It was my destiny then, but is it still my destiny? Can a destiny change like that? Or is a destiny more like a compass, always pointing you in the right direction?"

Its not beauty, its confidence.