A thought

Do beautiful people know that they are beautiful people? I mean the people everyone admires as they walk into the room. Do they know everyone’s thinking how beautiful/confident they are, or are they, like the rest of us, thinking, “Everyone’s staring at me–is my shirt crooked? Do I look fat? Am I walking funny?”

Any insights? Shra? ;b

[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]