My friend Veronica was looking super fine today; her luscious brown hair, her tan, and natural beauty all captivated me.
I wonder if someone so beautiful, such as herself, notice her own glow and exquisiteness? I ask, do beautiful people know that they are beautiful? or is it the multiplicity of compliments and awe that affirms the latter?
The latter must be true because when I gave her a compliment on how beautiful the way her windy hair complimented the serenity of the crisp and warm weather—coupled by fancy parents and children rushing to begin the first day of school—-she replied “your crazy, my hair looks horrible.”