You know those days when you get dressed, walk by a mirror, and tell yourself, "Damn, I am smokin' hot today!"? Well folks, today is that day. In fact, it's the first of it's kind in about 8 years. Last time I could wear these jeans I wore them on a blind date, and felt so good in them I believe I actually sashayed to the table in front of my date to let him enjoy the view. Yea, I'm one of those girls whose milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. Damn, right. I could teach you, but I'd have to...oh, you know how the rest of the song goes.
I think about this. 8 years since I sashayed. I have to say, I didn't notice when it was gone. And I don't remember anyone saying anything to me about it. But now that I've gotten a taste of the mojo I realize I missed it. Even if it is a little scary to realize that someone finds me fetching. And it does scare me. I've always been a little messed up about that.
But today, no deep psychological examinations about why I fear and desire being thought of as attractive. I will save the brain-picking and soul-searching for another evening. Tonight is for reveling in my bootyliciousness. Because how often do I get to do that? Once every 8 years. Total solar eclipses happen more often than that, for pete's sake. So perhaps I should just thank my stars that tonight I feel good, I'm not dehydrated, I'm not in the ER or requiring medical intervention of any kind. I fit into my old jeans (and they are a little big, even), I can walk comfortably and I can almost see the faint start of a jawline.
Peeps, today is a good day. And if you're missing your own mojo, here is my 3 step plan for retrieval: turn on Nina Simone's "Feeling Good" as loud as you dare, draw yourself a LUSH bath (get the Think Pink bath bomb to feel extra girly), and pour you a lovely cup of sugar-free cocoa. Repeat steps 1-3 until your mojo returns.
At least, that's a good recipe for me (well, that and fitting into skinny jeans). What does it for you