Have you ever noticed that some of the hottest, sexiest, and most successful women cruising the continent see themselves as gargantuan butterballs, hideously grotesque trolls, or despicably wretched losers? Are you so jaded with jealousy, enamored of their elegance, or hypnotized by hype that you don’t really flirt with the perfumed palpability that they are people too? When it seems like they have it all, and you come up lacking by comparison; you may be making some faulty assumptions. Behind those smiles of simpering acquiescence, sassy catitude, or sensual magnetism may lie a morbid, icy darkness, a freezing heart.
Conversely, have your powers of observation penetrated the nooks and crannies of normalcy to discover the rhapsodic rhythms, ethereal radiance, and quiet confidence bubbling out of those considered unmemorable, corpulent, or deformed? You know, the ones you secretly compare your angel face, bulging breasts, perfect little ass, and long, luscious legs to; gloating with delight at the results? When the superficial shadows of your vanity intersect with the sunshine of their love, you wonder, for a moment, but not for long. Mesmerizing mirrors, in hungry eyes and magazines, keep you stuck where sketchy debutantes belong. Beyond those Plain-Jane, badly scarred, or butt-ugly grins may dance a goddess, queen, or savior of what went wrong.
Whatever the reality, and however it is perceived; there is a simple treatment that is always well received. High heels. That’s right, high heels. You know, the sexy, pumpy kind; with at least three inch studs (4-6 is better). If you like your legs, put on a little jeans skirt or sun dress, jump into those magic slippers, and prance around in blissland, Cinderellaesque. If your legs aren’t your greatest asset, then wear your favorite pants, and cavort around in heels and a frequent glance. Look at your stilettos often in the glass, and you’ll see your beauty, sexiness, and class. Twenty to thirty minutes should do the trick. As soon as you begin feeling it in your calves, ankles, or feet; just take them off, and your day will now taste sweet.
Photo Credit: David Sedlmayer