I’m bringing sexy back.

Those lies the world keeps feeding you. Spit them out.

I’ve been there, we all have. We get caught up and sometimes romanced by a world that would only want us if we took up less space. I spent too much time dreading the front door because to open it meant to face the world. To face the world meant interactions. To have interactions meant I was expected to speak. And if I was honest I was afraid. Afraid that you would listen then laugh, stare, mock and tell me that I was not good enough. Not pretty enough. Not smart enough. Not skinny enough.

I wanted to be sexy.

I have sparred with my body and defeated a world that whispers untruths about my love handles and wonky teeth.

I refused to stay. Stay in that place of fear, visit with those lies and drink tea with my sadness. Stay in the valley of untruth, mingle with the naysayers, chit chat with my faults.

You see, if we always stay well then, we never move.

And when I moved, I realized that actually we serve the world far better in Larger portions and that maybe, I was sexy.

Sexy is something you learn and come to understand as you grow inward and then project outward. As you take bigger risks, make bigger plans.

Sexiness has nothing to do with the skin tight skirts that make reptiles cringe.

Sexy is waking up and getting to work early. Its not the stilettos you can barely walk in, its the mountains of challenges you climb.

Sexy is having no apologies for living, for taking up space and making a ruckus.

Sexy is not letting that (too short) pencil skirt speak for you but rather your actions. Its letting the shoulder you offer to your friend speak. The hand that stirs the ladle at soup kitchen. The words that offer encouragement.

Sexy is not about stealing looks and hearts, it’s about stealing advice, stealing stars to hitch your dreams onto.

Sexy is looking after your things: your stories, your dreams. Its not about spoon-feeding them to every guy who buys you a drink at the bar but leaving some stories for candlelight and the one who knows you well enough to get watermelon and wine after a dreadful day.

Jenna Jay.

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