the beauty of aging is the comfort you begin to feel in your own skin. 
the way you begin to dismantle and appreciate the things that you simply once took for granted. 
the way you let your eyes talk to others, without using your words. 
the way you walk down the street in your hottest heels, while you listen to the echo they leave against the sidewalk, listening to your ipod and adjusting your hair as it flows in the crisp spring wind. 
the way you lay in bed at night and think: I am blossoming into something really, really great. 
mostly. 
the way you find comfort and satisfaction spending time with yourself. 
having a love affair with yourself. 
everyone needs this moment. 
I have never felt more comfortable in my own skin.