Hi lovely people! Have you been wondering how to know that the man/woman
etc human in your life loves you?!
Ok. Lucky you!
A crate of rotten eggs then?
You know like the one the lovely British people planned to throw at POTUS a couple of weeks ago?
No? Oh well. Then it just me.
I have these days covered before they even arrive. I have several bad-hair-day scarfs and paraphernalia. I have a hat. I have umbrellas. I have hoodies. I have an afro in braids. There is that fleece that I only wear when I am feeling like crap. It’s grey and it is sooooo comfy and it smells of laziness, sofa and TV.
Since I am a beehive of activity even on my worst days, I need to throw the rubbish out. On the ground floor. I drag myself from the sofa, take my red coat for a flush of color. My older sister always said that a click of red lipstick, or anything red, on black skin makes you look like sunshine. Even on wintry bad days.
My human says: “WAIT!”
I look around at him ready to pounce.
Me: “What?!” you know, daring him to say something awful.
My human: “You look great! Let me take a photo!”
Me: “Really? Dude? What do you want?”
My human: “Look!”
And I do look OK. It is not the end of the world. So I pull myself together and smile at him.
“Take one more photo then!”
I still have an inner child that loves attention and thrives under the gaze of love. But I do this thing when I am very happy that gives me #crazyeyes.
What does it matter when there is one person in the whole wide world that sees something good in me?! Something that looks good even on my worst days.
#YouAreNotCrazy. You are #Passionate.