Posted by Amy | Posted in Mind Games | Posted on 26-01-2011
Tags: Fab Girl, Fat Girl, Fit Girl
She leans against the trendy out cropping of exposed brick with a lazy comfortability that comes from hanging out in a joint where everyone knows your name. It’s like being in your own living room with really uncomfortable chairs and a sometimes sticky floor. Lazy conversation with known associates far too eager to toot their own horns. But, you know, it’s part of their charm. This isn’t boredom really, but she’s heard some version of these stories already.
He walks in. Half the joint notices him, then dismisses him in a quick breath. He obviously didn’t get the memo, sticking out with his jeans and flannel in the black clad NY crowd. His sneakers squeak as he surveys the room and begins to meander with what looks like intent.
With a spine shiver, a Jekyll-to-Hyde quake overtakes her. Her posture shifts from lazy to alert, tracking him like prey thru the room. Lips parted and almost panting, she pushes off the wall with her elbow and sashays across the room to unheard burlesque music, coming to an aggressive halt inches from him. Hip cocked, head tilted, she drawls, “You look lost.” He chuckles and rubs the gruff scruff on his chin. She purrs“Careful. Someone might mistake you for a puppy and take you home.”
Fat Girl in her La-Z-Boy and Fit Girl on her spin bike scream in unison “No she didn’t!” Shock and awe abounding, Fat Girl and Fit Girl both marvel at the emergence of this new character that apparently inhabits my head. Hello Fabulous Girl
You see, I’ve never really felt sexy. I’ve never really felt like a femme fatal who could command a room with the power of her hips and cleavage. Sure, I’ve felt confident. Sure, I’ve felt moments of being rash and bold and all full of moxy. But I’ve never really felt that breed of confidence where you can saunter across a room and know that you can ask for exactly what you want and know that you’ll get it. Well, I guess this will be fun to explore.
Love.It! Have fun Fab Girl.
Thanks, I think this could be TROUBLE!!
Awesome, you get him tigress
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Good for you. It surprises me over and over how subversive and controversial the idea that you can have what you want can be in practice. It seems like such a doozy to agree with but it’s easy to catch yourself behaving as if you can’t, even when you formally agree with the idea.
Like you touch on in your next couple of posts – I think a major internal obstacle is fear of both success and of failure. If you don’t try reaching out to take what you want, no one can slap your wrist and you can’t find that you can’t reach it after all. If you don’t take it, nothing new will suddenly upset your life and you can continue in your comfort zone with the devils you know. Inaction is always safe. Action – even seemingly minor action like going on a run without an iPod when you can’t find it – can be scary even when it’s toward something you want. To reach your dreams (regardless of what the dream is specifically) you’re going to have to face your own fears at some point, and that’s by definition a personally harrowing proposition!