I really like the way my legs look in a miniskirt. It feels kind of weird to come out and say it, but it's true.
My legs aren't what you might call conventionally beautiful. They're short and a little bit pudgy with calves that are strong from running but not particularly elegant-looking, and knees that wrinkle in the way that knees do. On a day-to-day basis I hardly notice them. I mean, whatever, they're just legs.
But a few weeks ago while getting ready to go out for the night, I found an old denim miniskirt in the back of my closet. I wasn't sure if it still fit but sure enough it did. I put it on with a thin t-shirt and a pair of boots and suddenly I felt transformed. My regular walk evolved into a powerful strut and I stood up straighter than usual.
My interactions were different that night too. I perceived myself as beautiful and self-assured and assumed others did as well. Of course it's possible that they didn't, but I didn't really care.
The interconnectedness of inner beauty and outer beauty is a pretty cool thing.