I feel beautiful when I am speaking French. I love the taste and feel of the vowels and consonants in my mouth. The sensation and the tone of my voice as it moves forward into the mask of my face. For whatever reason the words conjure memories of delicious treats in my beloved Paris munching madelines or macaroons , picnics with my pals in the Tuillerie Gardens, sharing with a lover a hazelnut Nutella crepe from a street vendor in Montmartre.
I swear to God, speaking French words actually tastes different for me than speaking English. and Italian is a whole different flavor as well. Even though my French is really a kind of “Franglais” where I speak a few sentences in perfect French and then throw in a word or two of English because my mental computer can’t access the proper French words. It’s really a mishmosh of two thirds French and one third English and sometimes the proportions vary depending if I am on a role or not. A glass of crisp, cold Sancerre wine helps but is not necessary at all. It actually doesn’t matter that what comes out of my mouth does not come out perfectly and that I am not completely fluent. I will be some day…It doesn’t matter that it’s not perfect because it is the feeling or experience that feels so good connecting and communicating in this beautiful, sexy language. I think what happens for me is that those sounds and the feeling of making them taps directly into my passion. And when I tap into my passion I feel the power of being the woman that I am. I also feel more of the artist who I am past, present and future. And when I tap into that part of me, I am ageless. I am potent. I feel feminine, strong and more alive all at the same time.
What makes you FEEL beautiful???????