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I go to seek a Great Perhaps

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Venice arch

Venice, Italy. May, 2016

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I did a semi-radical thing recently, inspired — as many semi-radical things these days — by tumblr.  

I went through a whole day deciding that I was the hottest thing on the planet.

I wasn’t competing, wasn’t throwing myself out there, wasn’t dressing differently, it was just in my head, and therefore, in my attitude, I decided I was gorgeous and sexy and irresistible.

Something happened.

People treated me differently.

I didn’t have a single rude customer that day.  I didn’t have the middle-aged white men who ignore my polite “aloha”s because they’re too good to say hi back.  Everyone said hi back.  I got lingering looks from young men, young ladies.  On my drive home I got actually, factually hooted at by a couple of guys in a truck (nothing that would make my inner warrior rage, just a non-rude “I notice you there” little “ooohh” sound).  That hasn’t happened to me in about sixty pounds.

When I went to get gas, the young man watched me walk up to him to pay and he smiled at me the whole time I was walking up, smiled like he was excited to see me, like he knew me.  When I left he said, “You have a beautiful day.”

This is me, I’m a girl who has had garbage thrown at her on more than one occasion just because I’m so invisible, no one noticed me standing near the trash can.  This has happened, actually, lots of times.  It happened last week.  

The only thing I changed was my perspective.  It took work.  I concentrated all day.  I had to fight the urge to feel like it was arrogance talking when really it was self-love.  All I did was tell myself I was too hot to handle, and I believed it.  The rest of the world seemed to catch on.

I recommend this little exercise, for all of you.

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I had no idea this had gotten so many notes, and it makes me so very happy that this took off.  I had a few people write to me saying that they were scared to even try this as an experiment, scared to even think so well of themselves for a day.  Maybe it’s time to bring this back around.  Maybe it’s time to remind myself, and to remind all my friends and neighbors, that it’s so important to think that you’re beautiful.  It’s so important to KNOW that you’re beautiful.  Doesn’t matter who or what you are, or how you identify.  

You’re a miracle.  You’re ice cream.  You’re a puppy.  You’re a constellation.  You’re Christmas morning.  You’re strawberry lemonade with the game playing low on the radio and your team up by a buttload of points.  You’re the Sunday funnies.  You’re so beautiful I want to just grab your faces and plant one on ya right now.

Walk like your hips will change history.  Hold your head like royalty.  Know that you are everything that is delicious in this world, and this world will taste it on you when you pass by.  I promise you.

Do it today.  Do it again tomorrow.  I will do it with you, and I’ll be there for you.  We have to love ourselves.  This is the only way to let love in from anywhere else.

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Jocelyn Nguyen | @madebyjoc

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