As I've mentioned, I consider myself fairly cute-- though anything above that might be pushing it. So why is it that lately I've been feeling downright gorgeous-- even in a college tee and elastic waist shorts, and with a nasty case of pool hair? It might have to do with a certain guy...    

Oh, the power of the summer fling! It can improve your mood faster than a bottle of Prozac or a box of Godiva, and do more for your self-esteem than $10,000 worth of beauty treatments ever could. That bit of pudge on the thighs and hips, all too evident in a bikini, doesn't matter-- because you're having too much fun to notice. When there's somebody whose face lights up when he sees you-- even in the aforementioned fugly state-- you don't need facials. You glow all on your own.