So… basically, moving to a big city makes you look differently at things, including yourself. As your patience runs out for certain things (because you are busy all the time), your thoughts also stop going to worrisome things, because there are much better things that deserve the time to think about.

I’m not worried about not feeling beautiful anymore – sure there are off days but why should I care what someone else thinks of me? I guess over the course of the past few years, as I’ve become more “jaded” – I realized that your mind can be your worst enemy. So if I just smile and be myself, I’m going to feel beautiful. As cheesy as it sounds, a smile can do wonders. So even if I’m worn out and tired feeling, if I’m out and about, and I smile at someone, they inevitably smile back. And at that point in time, both of us feel beautiful. It’s as simple as that.