Who does not like compliments?

I wake up to the morning light and walk up to my mirror and look at myself. My mind spells the magic words every woman loves to hear,

I am so beautiful.

I am lost in the moment and my favorite cell phone rings (usually) at the wrong time. I rush and I hear my man talking from the other side. I am half distracted and I hardly even listen to him. I hang up and I walk back to the mirror. The mirror smiles at me having me back. Who minds the company of a woman?
I shrug off, its time to show the world how beautiful I am. I get into the best outfit and the heels I bought just to match it right. All possible touch-ups to make myself look,The Modern Cinderella in town. I pose for the last time in front of the mirror.

Yes ! I look absolutely stunning and perfect (I murmur)

All the effort in front of the mirror has paid off well. The phone rings but this time its an unknown number. Never mind I am all set to talk (communicate) to the person calling. An old friend has remembered me on this beautiful day when I am feeling like a newborn and looking so good. I would love to sound good too.
Yes, who is this?
Oh! (Surprised) Yeah, I remember,it has been long since you called (I dont even remember him properly). Striking a conversation with someone you knew long back gets a little tough (Grrr). I manage the talk quite well like I carry off my high heels that adorn my feet.
I am expecting the man I love to confirm what I just saw in the mirror. I walk towards the glass door, I check myself for the last time and I walk in like a princess. He knows I was the one walking in; he turns and looks at my feet and then me. I am conscious and try to look sensuous, trying to flaunt myself (hardly do I know how to look sensuous, need to check The Cosmopolitan. How embarrassing?) I am waiting to hear the magic words.
Aah! I am tired; I try to walk across to move his gaze. He seems undisturbed and looks straight into my eyes. I am in a sheer state of despair; I calm down and look for a place to settle myself.

These dont fit your feet and this colour hardly suits you.

Outrageous! My heart broke into a million pieces. The morning spell was over and it is time to come to my senses. I was devastated, and I wanted to flee from there right away.

When I think about this incident in my life, I laugh at myself for being so stupid. Every woman has this innate desire to be loved, wanted, and accepted. Well who does not like compliments? Every one does and its genuine. I believe that appreciation is a form of motivation. Beauty and woman go hand in hand so woman want to look good. They try to look perfect but they forget their real self. In order to be accepted they tend to ape other women who are wanted by most of us. But we fail to understand that simplicity is beauty and who cares about the exterior beauty that will fade with time but the inner self that is not visible to everyone is what matters. If someone recognizes that inner self (beauty) of yours, he has touched your soul.
How long can you look at a flower, you will get blinded after a while but the fragrance (the essence of the flower) lingers in your mind forever.
Beauty is fleeting, why chase it when you cant hold on to it forever.
Every one of us has an individuality that we define and none can ape the grace that we own. Is there a need to fit into the clothes that are in fashion? Is there a need to speak slangs that you hardly understand? Is there a need for touch-ups that will be washed away in sweat making you look pompous?
I wish I had realized all this long back I would have saved so much time. I learnt it the hard way, I guess.