After slipping in and out of many outfits, the princess gives up. When it comes to a beach party, the only way to look a million bucks, is a hot sexy body.
For a place where less is really truly more, no amount of Pradas, LVs and Chanels can save the day......
And the princess realises it too late.
Naked and not really sacred, the princess, squeezed in her flimsy hot pants, and a pair of flip-flops, sashayed into the hottest beach club in town, Cafe Del Monte, looking more like a penguin than Malibu Barbie.
In a sea of perfect glistening bodies, it is easy to get self conscious of your own inadequacies. It almost seemed like being normal was a sin.
The princess and Lady "V", always perfectly poised for any clubs, had decidedly conclude that, perhaps a party sold solely on sculpted bodies, was not our cup of royal earl grey tea.
Just when we thought all hopes were lost, a handsome, gorgeous white knight in shiny armour came our way.
After a few drinks and numerous laughter, the night (and princess) truly seemed much more beautiful.
Yet, at that moment, the princess realises, how silly it was if a complete stranger was all she needs to make her feel beautiful and complete.
Perhaps, sometimes, being beautiful could just be a state of mind.
And sometimes, we can truly forget how beautiful we really are.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
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