Beautiful

I felt beautiful today. I didn't straighten my hair, and I didn't put on makeup.
I closed my white blinds and let the light shine through for a fresh background.

I stole my fathers camera, turned on my iPod, and began to dance.
I held it away and smiled, letting the -click- of the shutters
Blend with the music, forming its own beat.

I grinned and twirled in one of my friend's dresses, not giving a care should she walk in.
I laughed and fiddled with my hair, I was coy and shy and natural.
I shed my shell of T-Shirts and jeans, and let myseelf be free.

I look at the pictures I had taken and said, Oh- there you are.