This is a tough one. I thought I was bringing sexy back by embracing my flaws and flaunting them. Case in point: My big ole' size 12 feet. By buying hyper sexy 5 inch heels I thought I was saying, "Yes! I am sexy! I am invincible!" I scoured Fredericks of Hollywood for shoes that have affectionately been called "fuck me shoes". Sure, they made me 6'4" tall, and sure they were totally impractical and gave me blisters as I tottered down the street, but I felt like I was sexy.
Until the bunions set in. Why must sexy be uncomfortable? Or artificial? Why do I feel compelled to buy something to be sexy? Sexy, at times, is actually quite silly.
But no matter how many times we tell ourselves that we are all beautiful and sexy, we find ourselves plucking our grey hairs, painting our toes, and holding in our stomachs.
I don't think popular culture is quite to blame for this one. It just means we all have more work to do in bolstering up ourselves and our partners to assure them that what we find so sexy about them can't be paid for with a credit card.
-Heidi
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1 comment:
The mention of high heels brought back a memory. Being a practical person, I wear things that are attractive in a rugged or comfortable way. I'm not against dressing up, actually I would love to under the right circumstances, but high heels are definitely not in my closet. When I was married in my 20's, one of my husband's many complaints about me was that I didn't "dress sexy." He specifically mentioned high heels as being a turn on. Wanting to make it work, I purchased a pair and attempted to wear them; not surprisingly, they did nothing to improve our relationship, and they were soon forgotten. We eventually divorced and, while I was moving out of our apartment, I found the dreaded shoes. Something came over me when I saw them, a rage that had been suppressed all those years, a rage at being thought of as not good enough, not sexy. I smashed those shoes, tore the heels off, and threw them in a dumpster.
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