The more I accept myself, my foolishness, my values, the more I become like the imaginary person I admire. I feel stronger, happier.

I went out a few afternoons ago and looked extremely colorful. My brother laughed when he saw me. What are you wearing? He asked, and I laughed in response.  I beamed and hummed a little as I walked. I caught a few eyes on the streets and wondered what they thought. I cared. But not enough to lower my head. I walked gaily and in my mind I was dancing, too. I smiled at everyone, at everything, and at nothing. I admired the beautiful crispy day. The sun buzzing like drunk. I think it sang and danced, too.