I have a scarf. It was purchased for me by a dear friend on one of her holidays. It’s a rainbow of fuchsia, coral, tangerine, and canary yellow. She said she saw it and it reminded her of my vibrant personality. I don’t wear scarves, because I have boobs and don’t wish to look like an 87-year-old Grandma with waist deep, wrung out, brightly-colored mammary glands. For a while, I wondered what to do with this scarf. It’s too beautiful to languish in a drawer and I would never re-gift it because I love my friend and appreciate her thoughtfulness. One day, I tied it in a bow and hung it on the bedpost next to my head. Every time I look at it, I’m reminded that I’m a beautiful, multi-faceted human being and that I have a friend who loves me. Do you own such a treasure? Is it out where you can see it?
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Polly Eloquent 
I love scarves. I watch tutorials on how to tie them, I purchase them with excitement…tie,wrap, smile at the result and as I head out the door I take one last glance in the mirror by the door and take it off, and throw it on the bench. what is wrong with me. I admit, I am a study.
I think of anyone I know, you are the woman to wear a scarf! Be bold, my friend!