LIFE

  So there's something I'll like to share with y'all today. A short story of a sort. Hope you enjoy it. THE BEAUTY OF SELF CONFIDENCE         " I watched Margaret strut around with her mismatched outfit and quite colorful shoes. I call her Margaret because I am not quite sure of her name. Yes. We are not friends. But at this point, I wish that we were. So I could tell her that the shirt and trousers that clung helplessly to her body did not go together. Neither did the very bright purple tint on her hair blend with anything she was wearing. Her bag was torn in the strangest of places and quite frankly, it wasnt supposed to be seen, much less carried outside. Her lipstick was a tad bit too much and her eyebrows reminded me of the wings of an injured bird. But still, she pranced around like she owned the place. No embarrassment whatsoever. Like she was oblivious to the stares she was attracting. She practically owned the room. I say this because every eye was glued to