I’ll be the first to admit that, every now and then — whether for a date night, a special occasion such as Valentine’s Day or an anniversary, or simply because I need a little boost in confidence — I want to feel and look sexy. Like, Ashley Graham and Emily Ratajkowski levels of sexy.
But on those particular days, slipping into my fanciest lingerie just
isn’t enough. What generally happens next is that I end up stuck in
front of my closet, desperately trying on everything I own before
chucking it all on my bed, sighing in desperation. Who knew putting a
sexy outfit together could be so difficult?
“My body…does not conform to any mold.”
How
am we supposed this hellish month get better than normal?! That doesn`t
even begin considering what has happened already over the last six
months with me running from one dressing session after another when
something goes wrong like going through airport security without knowing
who can tell which clothes are mine (or having some weird interaction
at home where everyone tells you “Oh yeah! You’re wearing her shoes!”).
