Lena Sawyer saw herself as one hot chick. She knew deep down in her soul that she was a looker. Somebody that other, less fortunate creatures, couldn't help but follow with their eyes when she entered a room. Lena knew this without an ounce of conceit in her heart. She saw her attractiveness as a truth similar to the fact that we need air to breathe and that fish swim in water. Even now, she could see their heads turning to look at her as she crossed from the door to the counter to order her vanilla latte.
Lena had no idea that others laughed behind her back because she wasn't wearing the bottoms to her yellow polka dot bikini.
tim mcmurdo 