Thursday, July 31, 2014
I woke this morning and just felt good. I’m not talking about sexual, I’m talking about feeling beautiful, attractive, and yes, dare I say it… sexy.
I had a smile on my face, replaying bits of a beautiful conversation I had the night before and threw back the covers. When the cool air swept over my hot body, I looked down and admired the way the edge of my panties drew my attention to my hips. My gaze followed the dips and curves and I was pleased. I used to hate the way they looked, but I’ve been working really hard to get into shape and this morning I admired my handiwork. Do I think they’re perfect? No. I still have more work to do, but I’m very happy with the results so far. An enlightening thought hit me in that moment. I’m not getting into shape to please anyone else, especially some shallow man, but me… and damn if that didn’t make me smile. It has me feeling sexy.
I threw on my workout clothes, tied my hair into a pony tail, and headed toward the living room to start my morning workout. As I passed my vanity, I stopped and gazed at my body in the mirror. I turned to get a good look at my backside in my running pants… and smiled even bigger. Once again, I felt sexy. Could I be a model? Hell, no! Nor would I want to be, but I’m liking the way I’m toning. I just turned 43-years old but my body is looking younger and younger every week. I nearly bounced all the way to the living room.
During my yoga session, instead of clearing my mind as I stretched my body, I was checking myself out, looking at all my curves, my muscles, and even all the bruises left over from the move (I sincerely look like someone beat the living hell out of me). I still have flaws and areas I don’t know if I will ever be able to repair after years of neglect and abuse, but I admired my body this morning. I noticed how much my muscles are toning and in the right accessories how hot I looked. Would I think the same if I were completely naked and able to see all my scars? I doubt it – but then those scars are part of who I am, the very things that have given me most of my strength.
After my yoga session and having limbered up, I started my strength training (4 for the Core, sit-ups and squats using a kettlebell and hand weights). As I felt the burn, I smiled knowing that my pain wasn’t for nothing, because it’s working. I’m getting stronger (hopefully soon I’ll be able to start climbing). I moved to the treadmill, set the speed, and took off. It wasn’t long before I had to start regulating my breathing (I really need to have my lungs checked out… I do have a problem with breathing) and I could feel the sweat starting to run down the side of my face, on the back of my neck, and in other various places. I loved that feeling as my body moved in rhythm to the treadmill. I closed my eyes for a few moments and thought about when I first made the decision nearly two years ago to get into shape and struggled to run at all and the excitement I felt when I completed my first 1/8th of a mile. I’m still not a great runner, but I love how it gets my heart racing.
Now hot, sweaty and struggling to breathe, I jumped into a nice tepid shower to cool off. When that cool water hit me, I felt goose-bumps pop up all over my body. I showered quickly and then dressed even more quickly. For some reason this morning my clothes just fit better. I liked the way my boobs looked in my bra, how my shirt hung just right, how my pants fit and complimented my curves. I’m not a skinny beanpole. I don’t have legs that go on forever. I don’t look like a plastic Barbie doll. I look like a hot-blooded sexy woman.
When a woman feels sexy, she becomes sexy no matter what society dictates as the standard for sexiness. She walks sexy, she smiles sexy, and she emits a sexy energy that attracts attention. She doesn’t need tight-fitting or revealing clothes, heavy make-up, or expensive hairdo’s to make her sexy – she just needs to feel it about herself.
I’ve already received several compliments this morning on how great I look, when I look no different than I do every other day. I’ve noticed the new glances and the increase in smiles. The only difference is how I feel about myself. I’m not trying to attract attention, I’m just so damned happy with how I feel about me. This has been a long journey and struggle. I know I’ve mentioned in these blogs over the past couple of years of how I’m falling in love with “Me”. Today, I’m crushing on the sexy woman I noticed this morning. I’m so proud of her and all the hard work she’s done to get herself into her current shape. That appraisal just fuels my efforts to continue this quest even more.
So, how are you feelin’ this morning, Sexy?
Till next time,