DEFINE YOUR OWN BEAUTY

It starts inside...

Ladies, let no man tell you to change your appearance to conform to his ideal vision of beauty or sensuality. Do you look essentially the same way you did when he met you, (plus or minus a few pounds)? Are you pierced and/or tattooed? When you look in the mirror, does your reflection smile back at you and say, “Damn girl, you look good”? What is it that you do not like about where you are on the “beauty trail”? (Beauty is more of a voyage than a state of being.) What would you like to change before you reach journey’s end? Grow, cut, style, braid, or dye your hair to match the rainbow that caught your eye after the rain storm? Hit the gym and recapture those legs, hips, and thighs you used to rock in your twenties?

Say it out loud; no scream into a pillow exactly how you feel about your presentation of beauty! (You do not wish to be committed to a mental facility for the weekend, because someone heard you cursing your thighs!) Cottage cheese looks great on a salad, but not so hot to all men on those magnificent thunderous appendages of yours. (Unless you are a fifty-something MILF in a skin-tight leather mini skirt, and getting paid to dress that way, keep the artistic display of cellulite under a pair of destroyed jeans, where they only tease the eyes. Just a suggestion.)

Please, Baby, please do not pattern your personal beauty signature after some movie star, musical diva, sports figure, or some other famous lady, who constantly lives her life in the public eye. Again, she gets paid to comply with the “celebrital” female standards. (Think about it. Male warriors wear armor that protects their whole body; female warriors wear a thong, boots, and a flimsy excuse for chest armor!) Do not conform; instead make your own statement. (Destroyed jeans came from street fashion, and now cost an arm and a leg to purchase at high-end fashion outlets. My jeans were destroyed because we were too poor to buy me new ones. “Did I start a fad?”)

Decide each day, what you really want to say to your reflection and the world at large. (Hump him in the neck if he does not like it, or approve!) Men should be back-seat passengers as you drive to your beauty destination. If he does not like it, I guarantee you, some other guy will. Make your statement your own. Say it loud, and wear it proudly!

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