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If you're anything like me, when something sticks in your mind, you just know it's for a reason. The Universe, she's fun that way. Like earlier this week, when I nearly lost my mind, trying to find a crucially important legal document. I tore apart my office, car, kitchen - twice. In doing so I made tremendous strides in my quest to be more organized (I won't even tell you how much junk I threw away).After a mini-breakdown I shifted to damage control, trying to accept the harsh reality that this little piece of paper was lost forever. I Googled if and how I could replace it, hanging my head in self-loathing with every "this is a major problem" discovery.The next day, defeated and mentally exhausted, I looked in the same envelope I dug through in a panic and wouldn't you know I found it. The paper was simply flipped over, and I didn't immediately recognize it.Ok, Universe. Be more organized - got it.After that excitement, you can see how I'm more aware of Life's messages and lessons, which brings us back to my initial point of something being in your head for a reason.I met Kirsty Spraggon during our pilot interview in Hollywood a few years ago, but I can't shake part of our conversation.We were talking about beauty and how isn't something you can buy, beg for, borrow or even steal. It can't be Botoxed, Lipo-sucked, rhinoplastied, or tummy-tucked. True beauty, we agreed, is so much more than the external validations we all seek. It really is born from deep within our spirit, lacing its fingers with self-love and respect - and no one has the power to diminish it but our own selves.The interview continued and I candidly spoke about how I started stripping because back then, at 19, it made me feel beautiful. I measured Beauty by the amount of money I made on stage and how much applause I garnered. But like with anything we try to fill from the outside, my welcome-wagon of self-adoration began to dissolve in the reality of circumstance. What used to make me feel beauty, ended up stripping it away.And then she asked me. A question so simple, so brilliant, I took pause to realize my answer."When do you feel most beautiful?"My 19 year-old-self would've said on stage. In my 20s, I'd say something about who I was dating. But now. In my 40s:"When I take care of myself and share laughter with loved ones - especially with my friends' children."Translation? Self worth and truth.So what's The Universe's plan as to why I keep thinking about this? Simple. I needed to share it with you - to ask you the same question - so you have the opportunity to learn or remind yourself what your Beauty is all about.

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Here's the part where you tell me: When do you feel beautiful? Let's share, and show everyone - our answers may not be what people think.