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Sexy Rumble – yeah it’s a thing

Last week a coach from my gym asked me where I have been.

Thanks for calling me out Coach.

Little does he know, I’ve been busy sexy rumbling at my burlesque dance class.

Granted the class is only once a week. But he doesn’t need to know that.

The class isn’t so much dancing as it is to pose like a 1950s pinup and look sexy.

I can’t hold a sexy pose for half a second before I start giggling.

But the instructor said to create a stage name and character. This will help me with posing since my character is too cool to giggle at herself.

So I came up with the name Margot Fatale.

I chose Margot because it is a girly name. My real name is Rikki, and most people call me Rik, so it’s fun going by something not only girly but also French.

Fatale because I’m a big fan of the Film Noir era. I wrote an entire thesis about the Femme Fatale characters and the power they have over their male counterparts. These films portray the simplicity of men due to their willingness to commit crimes all because they were after the nookie.

Let’s try and bring that word back people. I think we owe to Fred Durst.

At the time, these characters were looked at as evil and negative. But I think there is still something we can learn from them: they are confident, unapologetic, and desirable.

As someone who has a lot of self-doubt and apologizes for everything, these are traits I could learn.

And they are traits Margot already embodies.

I catch myself in front of the mirror and liking what I see. But once I go on the scale, I’m suddenly disappointed in my body and the way I look.

Instead of going to the gym on Tuesday nights and trying to lose those pounds I’ve gained, I go to a dance class where I am forced to pose and be sexy.

At the end of the hour class, I feel more attractive than I do after an hour at the gym.

As I look around the classroom, I see a dozen other sexy, attractive, and desirable women. These women don’t have six packs, or butts with three different types of glutes.

They are women with confidence, and body types not featured on an Instagram page or a health magazine.

They are genuinely and uniquely beautiful women.

So the next time a coach at the gym calls me out for not showing up, I’ll walk my little cat walk, give him three pinup poses, and walk away with confidence.

Little will he know, his ass just got sexy rumbled, and that’s something you won’t learn at the gym.

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In the words of Christina – because you’re beautiful

Due to some major life changes, I recently moved back in with my mom

I’m 28 years old.

With this major life change comes additional roommates: my brother and sister.

They’re 17 years old.

And yes they are twins (that always seems to be the immediate follow-up question).

Not only do I feel old when I try to explain to my little sister the area code rule through song she can’t make reference to, but now weight is the number one topic of choice.

Constantly being surrounded by two women (occasionally three when you add in my older sister’s visits) conversation inevitably turns into confessions of eating cookies and Doritos while passionately grabbing an area of our bodies with both hands and looking angry. (My area is the outer thigh.)

I forgot how toxic it is to be around other women. We’re constantly criticizing ourselves and (even worse) each other on our flaws.

And I’m guilty of even using the term flaws to describe my outer thighs. It’s negative connotation only reinforces my need to be self conscious.

The fact is, my outer thigh is my outer thigh. As much as I hate it, it’s my body and I love my body. This need for us to find “flaws” in ourselves is mind boggling to me.

I earned the little definition I put into my body. True I could put more work, but who the fuck cares? Really? As cheesy as this sounds, your body is your temple, love it, embrace it, grab parts of it passionately and be proud of it.

No angry face this time.

I work out because it makes me feel better at the end of the day. Not because I want to lose weight.

My point is, instead of being around the women you love and have superficial conversations about what you want to improve, look at yourself and really embrace the body you have. Tell yourself what your proud of. Tell them what to be proud of and you MAKE them take that compliment.

Both of my sisters have amazing legs I would kill for, shoulders of athletes, and thin ankles (I don’t want to talk about that one).

Think positively of your body. You’re the only one with it. Every dimple, every scar, every “pooch” is yours and yours only. And that’s what makes you beautiful.

And Kudos to anyone who picked up the Ludacris and Nate Dogg reference.

Til next time friends.

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To give and take

I regularly get brazilian waxes.

I figured I would just say it instead of beating around the bush. (get it?!)

I go every month to a wonderful waxist (don’t know if that is how I should refer to her). Either way, I’m very loyal to Amy. She has arms covered with original artwork, wears hip up-dos, and is spunkier than I. 

Amy’s average work day consist of 16 brazilian waxes. That’s a lot of half naked women Amy sees.

For those of you who have never experienced a brazilian wax, you start off lying on your back and end lying on your stomach. From the waist down, there are no secrets from Amy. 

When the torture was finally over, I put my pants back on (I didn’t realize how awkward painting this picture would be when I started this post), and Amy says, “you’re in really good shape.” 

Amy sees about 16 women a day: that’s 16 pairs of legs, 16 lower abdominals, and 16 asses.  Although I would usually argue such a statement, coming from Amy, this was an extremely nice compliment. I hadn’t been working out because of a new job, so I had been feeling pretty flabby. But Amy, wonderful Amy, boost my ego a little bit that day. She didn’t have to say anything, but she did. 

At that moment I realized to appreciate the given compliments. I also need to stop being selfish and actually start complimenting other people. And I don’t mean doing the girl thing where you give a compliment after one was already given to you, but to just tell a random stranger, “nice legs” (I tend to notice legs since mine stopped growing at 5’2”).

Don’t be creepy about it, but next time you see someone you admire, let them know.

Fuck it. Maybe your compliment will be the reason they had a better day, encouraged them to go to the gym later, or brought up their self-esteem slightly. I need to do this more myself, and since it’s a new year, why not start this habit now?

Share with me what someone has said to you lately. Don’t be shy. Be confident, egotistical, proud: it’s ok to be self-involved, especially when you appreciate what others also have. 

 

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