A discussion in the Bordello sparked some brain cells today. Mostly about self-perception and how we can do such a good job of guaranteeing defeat when we really want victory. Especially women...we're pretty damned good at it.
Ninety-five percent of the time I feel unremarkable--over fifty, a few nagging aches and pains, and bleh...fat. But, the more we talked the more I realized that not one of us was very happy with our self-images. We all focused on the bad points and nodded and agreed until one of the guys piped up with a reprimand. Basically it was, 'shut up and focus on your good points'. LOL Easier said than done, but I got it.
I tried to think about any time I'd gone out lately feeling confident and worthy of a second look. (That's where the five percent comes into play.)
Let's call it a "Mae West Moment".
I had one of those about a year ago. Say I'm getting ready to go out and I'm in front of the mirror doing the best I can with what God gave me.
"Hmmm. That's not too bad."
The uber-critical cynic is still there. You'll never be able to claim you're ten years younger than you really are. Yeah, that's true. You've certainly managed to get lazy about that weight-loss you planned. Right again. But, somewhere in the middle of this discussion a mood strikes. It's hard to ignore--I recognize it immediately. Oh goody, Mae's here. Tonight is going to be one hell of a ride.
When Mae comes calling I'm bullet-proof. So what if I'm older? So what if I'm too curvy? I've got experience. I've got a wicked sense of humor. I can be smexy and interesting. I could make somebody damned glad they happened to be in the right place at the right time. (well, I couldn't last year but, that's another story)
When Mae's along I walk differently. I smile and laugh a lot and I feel good. My whole attitude is different. I notice everything, especially the looks I'm getting in return. Yeah. The person that wasn't worth looking at twice that morning is interesting now...what's the reason? Attitude. It must give off pheromones or glow like a neon light. The difference is that startling, truly.
Granted, I couldn't stand myself if I had that chutzpah going 24/7 but I'd certainly like to figure out how to find it say, thirty percent of the time?
So, am I channeling or do any of you have a similar experience? Is it more of a special destination for you, or a new outfit or hell, I don't know...you tell me.
Guys? Do you experience a similar phenomenon? Or is it only the crazy ladies, in your opinion? Come on, you can tell me...ever feel like James Bond is along for the ride?
Ninety-five percent of the time I feel unremarkable--over fifty, a few nagging aches and pains, and bleh...fat. But, the more we talked the more I realized that not one of us was very happy with our self-images. We all focused on the bad points and nodded and agreed until one of the guys piped up with a reprimand. Basically it was, 'shut up and focus on your good points'. LOL Easier said than done, but I got it.
I tried to think about any time I'd gone out lately feeling confident and worthy of a second look. (That's where the five percent comes into play.)
Let's call it a "Mae West Moment".
I had one of those about a year ago. Say I'm getting ready to go out and I'm in front of the mirror doing the best I can with what God gave me.
"Hmmm. That's not too bad."
The uber-critical cynic is still there. You'll never be able to claim you're ten years younger than you really are. Yeah, that's true. You've certainly managed to get lazy about that weight-loss you planned. Right again. But, somewhere in the middle of this discussion a mood strikes. It's hard to ignore--I recognize it immediately. Oh goody, Mae's here. Tonight is going to be one hell of a ride.
When Mae comes calling I'm bullet-proof. So what if I'm older? So what if I'm too curvy? I've got experience. I've got a wicked sense of humor. I can be smexy and interesting. I could make somebody damned glad they happened to be in the right place at the right time. (well, I couldn't last year but, that's another story)
When Mae's along I walk differently. I smile and laugh a lot and I feel good. My whole attitude is different. I notice everything, especially the looks I'm getting in return. Yeah. The person that wasn't worth looking at twice that morning is interesting now...what's the reason? Attitude. It must give off pheromones or glow like a neon light. The difference is that startling, truly.
Granted, I couldn't stand myself if I had that chutzpah going 24/7 but I'd certainly like to figure out how to find it say, thirty percent of the time?
So, am I channeling or do any of you have a similar experience? Is it more of a special destination for you, or a new outfit or hell, I don't know...you tell me.
Guys? Do you experience a similar phenomenon? Or is it only the crazy ladies, in your opinion? Come on, you can tell me...ever feel like James Bond is along for the ride?
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