I feel beautiful when working out and watching what I eat starts to pay off. (any day now…)
I feel beautiful when the boy and I are going out, and I spend a while getting ready. Sometimes I’m proud of the way I can go from a no-makeup, frizzy haired, sweat-panted nanny to a vixen. And if feels really good when he acknowledges it. It’s not all about his feedback, but it certainly helps.
Oh, and one of my charges is the most wonderful 16 month old little lady. I was fixing her baby hair, and then she tried to put a barrette in my hair, smiled, and patted my hair. That made me feel beautiful inside and out. :)