I thought I would play with the "objectification" of my own image as a test to see if sex really sells. What has happened instead is that, by honoring my beauty, I have come to, inadvertently, honor it in others.
This morning, it was a customer at the small window of Mario's drive-thru coffee shop. She had wavy hair that was a soft, reddish color. The sky blue sweater that she was wearing illuminated the irises of her eyes, which were also the same color, and contrasted beautifully with the amber locks falling down around her face.
Here's to more celebrating of beauty, and pleasure...
