be an amazing sexy woman, foxy vixen lady, hunter, GODDESS

And I feel fabulous for it :)

I almost forgot I had this goal – it’s a good home for all the musings I’ve had of late about skirts, for instance :)

Now, I’ve never been a girlie girl. I used to hate pink (today I’m wearing all-pink underwear :)) and anything flowery – ::shudder::! But… maybe it’s ‘cos I’m getting older, I’m a bit more confident, I can prove I’m intelligent (!) – girlie is okay :)

So, having bought the skirt (see link above), then finding a matching handbag – today I bought The Shoes :) Oooh. They’re maybe just a tad tight on the toe (I have wide feet), but I’ve got the weekend of walking about on carpets to see if I can cope with them.

I’m rather enjoying all this, you know!

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Alas, a couple of minutes tottering about my livingroom, and the damn toe pinches – just on the ‘peep’. I don’t wanna take’m baaaaack!!!

I am one of the lucky people who when carded until I was 40 was always told you will love this when you are older.

Have to admit I do! I know one day I will look my age but until then why waste it? This is the year to enhance my natural beauty.

I recently went back to my natural golden brown hair. I will probably add brighter highlights after the first of the year. The color brings out my big blue eyes.

Lose weight, tone up…the middle aged frumpy look is out this year…fit and fabulous is in.

Laugh alot…adds sparkle.

I am doing this for me. If others like it fine but if they don’t…their loss.

thinks that once you hit 50 and gain a few pounds your life as a sexy woman, foxen vixen lady, hunter, Goddess is over.

My thoughts are she is thinking superficially about men but is she right?

It’s my birthday so I am questioning everything today…

that when the sex gets boring or disappears in a relationship that relationship is over.

My question is does sex=love in most people’s opinion?

I was feeling pretty frisky and sexy. Then I came to Montana to check things out. Things quieted down alittle. I became introspective and thoughtful about how I kept making the same mistakes in relationships. A revelation came to me – they weren’t mistakes at all!

The truth is I love fun, loving, interesting people. Sitting home watching survivor or deal or no deal on tv makes no sense to me when we can do that in real life – everytime we walk out our doors.

It’s time to venture out into the world again and see what’s happening.

A couple of years back I read an article in some men’s mag (it was hysterically funny, actually!) about why blokes should be looking to date other men’s mistresses. The theory was, ‘the other woman’ was in a constant state of well-groomed-ness, never knowing when her lover was going to put in a show. This thought has somehow stuck with me, and so I present the theory: Be Your Own Mistress! Why do you have to be having an illicit fling to take care of yourself? If there is a full-time bloke in your life, doesn’t he deserve more self-attention than the bloke stringing you along? Or if you’re avoiding part-time married men anyway, surely you still deserve the full-time attention?

I’ve been half trying this out in the past week or so – just, taking a little extra time and care. It started one morning with a debate over whether to shave my legs or wait another day. “If I was a mistress”, I mused, “I wouldn’t dare leave a bit of stubble in case ‘he’ came calling tonight!”

Spending time pampering yourself can be all-to-easily sacrificed when you’re getting on with life and there isn’t the ‘point’ of trying to intrigue a lover. But it’s also so worth it! So this week I’ve spent 5 minutes of my non-studying (for now!) mornings actually using some of my large moisturiser collection. And it feels great! I waft about with subtle scents all day, my skin certainly isn’t complaining (although I don’t ‘need’ moisturiser after every shower), and my body image is ever-so-slightly better for it, too.

So ladies – sisters! – go forth and dig out those abandoned face masks! Draw yourself a hot bath, shave and exfoliate and moisturise to your heart’s content. Remember – you’re worth it ;)

You hear enough about how the super-slim, glamorous portrayals of women in the media are skewing all our perceptions of our body image, leading us to believe that is how a woman ‘should’ look and therefore us more normal types are somehow deficient in comparison… well, have you ever tried the experient of comparing yourself to the normal, non-airbrushed females in the real world ‘round about you?

For instance… she’s super-slim, not an ounce of fat. But she’s built like a boy – I don’t want to look like that. She’s taller than me, but she’s intimidating, almost out of proportion, towering over the men around her, too! I want to lose some weight, and there’s a girl who took up running and dropped several stone – good for her! But… her face is still round, meaning she’ll never really look ‘thin’. Her legs look awful in that skirt; she’s so slim, until that dress highlights every bulge – what was she thinking? Yeah, she looks glamorous – but in a Jordon-bimbo kind of a way. Lose the top inch of make-up! And that girl I envy for having skin so great she doesn’t have to wear make-up – well, up close she has open pores like me, and the little red ‘rash’ of former spots beside the hairline. And even in the gym – that girl who’s so petite… have you seen how saggy her bum is?! All that time on the bike isn’t hitting the spot ;)

It sounds a bit horrible and bitchy, but only if you make it so: I’m not being mean to these people, I’m just allowing my mind to highlight their flaws – the way I tend to mentally highlight my own.

And suddenly, y’know, in comparison I’m not all that bad. I’m tall, but not freakishly so; yeah, I’m carrying more than a few extra pounds, but I’m well proportioned, hour-glass, and my face, neck and hands – the bits people notice first – remain slender. In other words, I look like a skinny person carrying extra weight in certain places, rather than looking fat!

I don’t care if random strangers are passing judgement on my appearance, so I hope they don’t ‘mind’ that I’m doing the same to them – not that they know! Keep it good natured, remember that appearance isn’t the person, and give it a go: stop bemoaning not looking like Evangeline Lily or Kate Moss; look instead at the real world and judge yourself less harshly.

I can’t remember the exact quote, and yet somehow it’s been resonating with me the last few days anyway: it’s about not viewing your body as separate from yourself.

I think a lot of us do this. Is it modern society that focuses us so much on our brains? Or were the Ancient Greeks with their id and ego having the same issues? There’s a lot to be said about valuing your brain and thoughts, of course, but I for one feel the need to stop seeing ‘the body’ as the perambulating container and start remembering that this is me.

I’m so consumed with brain-stuff right now: work and studying, daydreaming away bus journeys, switching my mind off at night. And yet here’s this little half-quote tied in to so much of what I feel the need to recover: exercise and healthy eating, not chewing my lip in distraction. Treating my body – treating me – with more love and respect. Pampering myself more! Being happy and reconnected with everything right down to those faraway toes :)

I’m watching a TV program at the moment showcasing the recent batch of celebrities joining the ‘size zero’ gang, and I’m so disgusted I want to shout about it. I know some people are naturally slim, but it’s going too far.

We are increasingly surrounded by images of super-skinny creatures, women who must be starving themselves in the mistaken belief that that thin is some kind of attractive. Don’t believe it, my friends: life intends for us to eat. The sexiest women ever are those who had curves, feminine voluptuousness – not probable eating disorders and the most prominent of bones masquerading as a ‘figure’.

So celebrate your round bits! Enjoy your food, enjoy life as a woman instead of striving to be a walking coathanger! Goddessness is not found through an empty belly.