I
could gauge my self-worth on how well I abide
by my own ethics…or perhaps I can measure it on my attitude through this
exhausting journey of achieving inner-harmony. Just as easily, I can shape my sense of self on fashion: the assemblage of calicos/solids, floods and Diesels, or the omniscient excess of mascara contrasting the naked eyelid--The absence of eye shadow set against spider leg lashes may very well be valuable enough to equate scripture.
I mean, a girl can’t live on ethics alone. She gets a little thirsty for something called a glamorous new haircut.
And on the inside? Positive and magical self-esteem, the real stuff, excretes daily—for the body needs to make room for the massively growing ego.