When I grow-up, I want to be a slutbomb.
A Dress A Day for the word. Slutbomb, it is my new favorite word. Not just a slut, but a slutbomb, the Marilyn Monroe, the Jennifer Lopez, the Charo of the slut world. I’d love to be one of those. Not a husband/boyfriend stealing woman. But to be a woman hot enough to turn heads when I walk by, to make other woman froth at the mouth with envy. That is what I want to be. Sigh, what a lovely fantasy! It is going to stay a fantasy because I don’t have the drive/willpower do make it a reality, I don’t want to spend all my free time in the gym and I don’t have the willpower to give up fresh bread. Not to mention the money to get a boob job.
I am willing to take some steps in the slutbomb direction. I’ve been reading The Grrl Genius Guide to Life by Cathryn Michon. Which is a super funny book about realizing your own greatness as a female. So, if I want to be a slutbomb, if I believe I am a slutbomb, I will be a slutbomb. All I need to do is stop worrying about the extra 10 lbs I am caring and act as if I am the hottest thing in the room, I will start getting the reaction I want, which will cause me to feel like I am a slutbomb, without the perfect hard body and size D cups. It’s the old confidence makes a sexy woman routine, and I am willing to give it a try. I AM going to give it a try. No, make it, I AM going to do it! I am a grrl genius! Here me purr sexily!