We all have, at some time, discovered that we have been out in public, even among close friends and loved ones, and that we don’t look just as we would like to. Sometimes having a hem unravel, or wearing one shoe black and one brown, or going out the door without making sure we weren’t the victim of bed-head wouldn’t bother us, but the majority of the time we are mortified and want the ground to open up and swallow us than to have to bear the scrutiny of friends and strangers. What we fail to recognize is that our friends and family may have a good laugh at us just because they can, it is not meant to hurt. And some of the time they won’t even notice that there is something that you think is wrong. Strangers couldn’t care less how we look and act unless they’re directly impacted. No, the one that cares the most about our faux pas is us; our ownselves. We have such a firm grasp upon how we are supposed to look to the world that it bothers us to the extreme when we don’t live up to our own expectations. In living up to and achieving our own standards and hopes we give ourselves and others the best of us, don’t we?