Sexy Back

There is a famous song, by a famous group here in Belgium that goes on about mountains and ravines. I don’t really know the rest of the lyrics, but I assume it’s about conquering both ups and downs.

Visiting dad gets easier every time. He seems… chirpy, almost. Gives me a lot of hugs, tells me he loves me. Still, the concept of Alzheimers never gets any easier to grasp, and looks can be very deceiving.

I feel at my most fragile at this moment. I don’t even feel remotely like a woman, or like a person for that matter.

I know that I can’t always be a budding slut, or a wordy wordsmith for that matter. But I’m working hard to reclaim both. I need to feel like me again, whoever that is.

And I hope to fuck that today marks a change.

I went to buy new clothes, since my old ones tend to be a bit loose. I ended up in a lingerie store, buying stockings and a garter belt. And then I ended up at another lingerie store, putting a corset on hold and discovering to my horror that my tits, in fact, have shrunk.

These new clothes will provide a lovely get-up for when I next take over London come February. I hope to fuck that they fit and that they look a bit nice.

Getting my sexy back, or just getting my sexy in gear has been such a long process, and I feel this is a highlight. Having the saleswoman try on the corset was just something I had dreamed about for ages. Molly told me I would look so sexy in a corset, and I’m inclined to believe her. Just as long as I can breathe in it! The feeling of trying it on reminded me of a quote from Pirates of the Carribean. “And women in London are not supposed to breathe?”

But something was shifting inside me, trying on lacy and frizzy things. I felt like a sexpot for the first time in my life. Barring my hair, which will be taken care of on Tuesday, I just looked sexy, and my fucking god, that just feels awesome. I had on a sort of babydoll, and the saleswoman said it was too tight, but I couldn’t care less because it looked fucking awesome.

Feeling sexy is something amazing. Doesn’t matter what you look like, where your wobbly bits are or ought. Sexy is a state of mind.

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  1. Sexy is most certainly a state of mind! Good for you. I’m sure you looked as good as you felt.

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  2. Sexy is a state of mind, and a state of you. And you are sexy. *hugs*

    And so is London Andrews, the person gracing your post in photographic style. HOT!)

    xx Dee

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  3. We’ve already discussed my hang ups about my body… There are definitely times where I feel like the sexy is oozing from my pores, and it’s those times I feel the absolute best about myself. I agree 110% – sexy IS a state of mind!

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