calliecritturs
Posted : 7/30/2008 7:16:59 PM
Xeph -- the only thing I can add is that "sexy" is more in your head than *on* your body or even *about* your body. When you've grown up very unhappy with your external appearance (and often that has been reinforced in a BIG way by your family - no pun intended) it's just impossible to 'see' yourself any other way.
One of the things I had to do years ago was begin to re-organize my own brain to separate what I expected to see of myself in the mirror and how I felt about that with how I *wished* I felt and actually let that have some impact on how I *did* feel.
Then I exposed myself to some literature (there used to be an awesome magazine BBW - Big Beautiful Woman that was wonderful for me) where I began to understand that some men actually like and appreciate a fuller figured woman. A woman who is soft to hold, has a zest for life and isn't consumed by her exterior and every morsel that goes in her mouth.
Before David and I actually *met* (remember we met online) I talked him to death about what I actually looked like. I had this recurring nightmare that when he 'met' me at the airport he would run back down the monorail shaft at Orlando International Airport like the Cowardly Lion runs back down the hall and jumps out the window after seeing the "Great Oz".
It took me a long long time to really re-organize my own brain -- not to find fault with 'me' but rather to be brave enough to not only try something but leave off my old expectations.
You will likely find a compromise -- sometimes the "unexpected" is even more potent than the visual.
One night when we were on our trip -- not terribly long after we met, I really felt like I wanted to be a bit 'out of character'. So, before we left altho I took great care with my appearance because we were going somewhere 'nice' I put on the worst pair of undies I brought -- something that was truly completely disposable. Then once we got where we were going I simply went to the ladies room and ... disposed of them. I sort of sidled up next to him and when he put his arm around my waist the elastic that should have been there ... wasn't.
I commented that I was sorry I'd been gone a while but I had to dispose of something ....
His eyes nearly fell out on the table. By the time we made our way back to the motel the poor man was in a state.
Xeph I am NOT Ms. Sexy. Never have been, never will be ... but I tell you ... the unexpected can be quite ... motivational.