Confident

It amazes me how diverse the world is. I look at people and think they're beautiful or I wonder how many people they've kissed. I wonder what's in their bags and how their hair looks naturally. I guess how old they are and if they have children, if both their parents are alive. And occasionally I play that game where I make up what their life is about. Sometimes I am jealous of their clothes and sometimes I think they are bitchy or really nice. I wonder if they are like how they appear to be all the time. I wish that I could be in their head. I try to imagine what they think when they see me. Do they think I'm pretty, do they think I talk a lot, do they think I'm fat or do they like my hair? Do they think my hair is it's natural color, do they like my shirt? Do they think my butt is nonexistent? Do they think that I like vitamin water or indie music? What do I look like to them?
Today, I was at Whole Foods with my dad. We had been walking around a while and I looked up to see the eyes of an older man looking at me. Yes, he was attractive and I don't even know how old he was, I'm guessing college. I dared to look into his eyes and they locked for about 2 seconds and I could see that he thought I was pretty. And for the first time in forever, I felt beautiful without flaws. It didn't matter that I have a 3rd eye on my forehead or that my hair looked gross. It didn't matter because even if I was wrong and he thought I was horribly ugly, I felt gorgeous and confident. I felt confident right through the check out lane when the lady behind the register mistook me for older and thought I was at the store alone. I felt confident as I picked up our reusable bag and thought how I was saving the planet indirectly. I felt confident right through till I walked over to the escalator and lost my dad. I didn't know where he went, so I turned around and almost ran into 304923492837492792 people. Then I lost my confidence, but what counts is that it was there and it was lovely. For at least 3 whole minutes.