Okay, I have been challenged.
Krissy, the self-proclaimed sex-diva, has challenged her bloggy readers to post a sexy picture of themselves on their own blogs.
I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with this.
I didn't think that I had a hard time feeling sexy...although when I'm not altogether happy with my body since I've put on some weight, I guess it makes this challenge a little bit more difficult. And I could easily throw up a shot of me hamming it up, all mock-sexy with cleave, working it. But that's not really sexy to me.
And then while I struggled to figure out what is a sexy picture of myself, I read Kel's super-duper, right-on the mark post about sexiness. It was my light bulb moment. A-ha!
It suddenly became more what is sexy to ME about myself, and not so much what will/does everyone else think is sexy?
For instance, my Big D has always said from the very start that he finds me incredibly attractive and sexy on the days that I don't "try"...when I'm make-up less, hair in a pony tail or stuffed in a baseball cap, casual in a pair of jeans and a tank top, just me. And that is awesome...I love him more for that. But is that what makes me look "sexy"? I think it is more than that.
I personally think sexiness for me comes out so much more in my playfulness. My silly antics. My--often times crazy--laughter. My dark eyes. My infectious smile. Both of which, I believe, are expressive in so many ways.
I can not try to look sexy or I will fail miserably. However, does that mean I lack in sex appeal? I think not, peeps. I guess what I'm trying to say is just this: when I'm happy, geniunely happy, I feel that I look my most sexy.
So I'm going to go home, slap on comedy central, eat Ben and Jerry's with my honey...and rock on with my sexy self!!
P.S. And now I'm challenging any of YOU to post and blog about your sexiness! Come on, you can dooooooooooooooo it!