It’s No Secret

There’s no secret about The 2010 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show – it makes men weak and women weep.

Come on everyone – really?  Do we need to see gorgeous models with bodies we can only dream of and will never have because our genetics only allowed us to be 5’3″ with some junk in the trunk (um, well that would be me)….but because our DNA did not match up, some chromosomes forgetting I wanted more height and more lean (maybe mom smoked some extra cigarettes that day during her pregnancy, no offense mom, women were smoking back then without question)….but because of these natural misfires, do I need to be subjected to hours of catwalking beauties?

I guess so.

Ok – I’m jealous.  I want that to be me.  I want to slither down a catwalk with huge angel wings strapped to my back, in a thong and lacy bra, bejewelled, hair blowing in the breeze.  I want to feel what it’s like to be 6′ tall.  I want to be that dream girl.

I understand why men drool at this….it’s damn sexy.  And we women can see it even through our envious eyes.  But boy, can it make trying on swimsuits and lingerie intimidating.

AND YET – I will say this…as we all know this perfection parade is just that….a parade.  Theatrical, amped up…pushed up.  These beauties are few and far between…and even they have bad hair days.  It is ultimately in how a woman works with what she has – and how she feels about herself and her body that exudes sexiness.  Confidence is sexy.

So although this annual ritual strikes fear in the female heart, maybe we can learn a thing or two about how to strut our own stuff.  If you feel sexy, you are sexy….regardless of your panties or cup size.

Wear it, walk it, be it.