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There are so many beautiful, funny and smart girls out there, why would he choose me ?

 We all ladies know that feeling, when we are at a party, a workout class at the gym or just walk down the street. We always see that prettier, more fit girl who seems to have it all under control or that smarter girl who has a presence that you feel that you could only dream of having.

You should read my thoughts sometimes when I am sitting at that yoga class, clumsy and inflexible as something out of a bad cartoon, looking at those perfect girls with there perfect tanned skin and long blond hair..

And another example,  a while back, I saw that guys profile picture and there was this girl who had posted like a gazillion hearts (okey fine maybe not a gazillion.. ) and other comments there.. Well she was pretty.. and seemed perfect, and in that moment I thought, well no matter what he said about me, about him liking me.. I do not think I stand a chance..

During the past year I have had this conversation with several of my girlfriends, the feeling when the "market" gets bigger and better. We might occasionally feel that we start to loose our chances and that we will no longer get acknowledged since there is always someone better right around the corner.

But why waist our energy into thinking who is hotter, kinder, sweeter,smarter and more put together than us ? Could we (including myself) just think how lucky the world is to have so many beautiful women who are smart and take care of themselves ?

And I bet you, those girls you find so perfect, might just feel the same way about you, we All have our insecurities and we all get reminded of some flaw we have, when we look at others. 

We Could, And We Should, instead of looking for things that we lack of, see what we have, what we already are. Beautiful. We Should look within ourselves and see that there are so many things that make us unique. That Makes you You.

And One Other thing; Because Why Wouldn't he ;)

Girl Power !
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