There’s a “part” in me that has been dying to answer this & so I give “her” voice.

I am glamorous bec I’ve finally decided to love my body, own every curve, my mind, my life & myself as a female. I can throw my shoulders back & walk as a true warrior. I deserve the space I take up.

I am glamorous bec I can rotate the tires on my car, change the oil, run large shop equipment & understand the world of tools. There’s nothing sexier than a woman with tools & the knowledge behind them.
I am glamorous bec I’ve had the best sex that some women have only read about in trashy novels & I won’t give details. The kind that gives women heat flashes & makes men blush.
I am glamorous bec I am your every day, boring woman you see, pushing the grocery cart in the store or walking to the post office. You’ll pass me by. I blend in & disappear like a shadow. You’ll see no substance.
But if you’re lucky, you’ll catch my eye & see that smoldering glint & half smirk of confidence, sexuality & wildness that longs to be tamed. Then the glamour is gone....just like she is.
Thank you for giving me a voice!