What is it about imperfection that's so sexy? Is it the come-hither-ness insinuation behind disheveled bed-head hair and a few wrinkles in the shirt? Or, as I'm starting to believe more and more, is it the fact that not worrying about being absolutely perfect at every single moment a sign of confidence, which is inarguably still one of the sexiest things a woman can wear?
All I can say conclusively is that I know I feel the most beautiful when I'm not worrying about flyaways, my shirt tuck, or my eyeliner. It's when I accidentally throw together that outfit I just happen to love, when I dress for my mood and not for the occasion, or when I forget my lipstick because I was too focused on having fun.
When do you feel the most beautiful?