Summary

The author of the article discovers their own sense of sexiness through self-acceptance, confidence, and embracing their quirks, despite societal standards and personal challenges.

Abstract

The article titled "Too Sexy For Myself" delves into the author's journey of self-discovery and the realization that true sexiness comes from within. Initially trying to fit in, the author eventually found that their unique qualities, such as pink hair and writing, were integral to their sense of sexiness. Overcoming adversities, including disability and major surgeries, bolstered their confidence and allowed them to connect deeply with a diverse range of people. The author emphasizes that sexiness is not about physical appearance or societal approval but about self-assurance, kindness, and authenticity. They encourage readers to embrace their true selves, free from external judgments, to uncover their own sexiness.

Opinions

The author believes that their quirkiness is a core aspect of their sexiness.
They express that confidence, which stems from personal strengths like humor and resilience, is a key component of being attractive.
The author suggests that being comfortable with vulnerability and openness can create profound connections with others.
They assert that one's essence, pheromones, and unique presence in the world define sexiness, not conventional standards of beauty.
The author takes a stance against the superficiality of beauty enhancements like Botox and fillers, advocating for a more genuine approach to sexiness.
They convey a message of self-love and self-dating as essential practices for embracing one's sexiness.
The author's opinion is clear that being true to oneself, without the constraints of societal opinions, is the ultimate expression of sexiness.

Too Sexy For Myself

Meow. Meow. Meow.

I do not know which followed what: the writing or my pink hair. But I started to write, and I dyed my hair pink. As a quirky person, I spent many years unconsciously trying to belong. But belonging had nothing to do with my quirkiness. And most importantly, my quirkiness had everything to do with my sexiness.

I began my life as a 5’11, blonde who appeared older for my age. Currently, I am disabled and do not rely on my looks for anything. The difference is I am sexier now.

Why? Confidence. When I gained weight, I learned I was clever and funny. Through ten major surgeries, my character molded into a pillar of strength. And as a person with Complex PTSD, my ability to be comfortable in my vulnerability developed into a gateway to reach people's souls.

Please ask. How does this relate to being sexy? I will answer if I must.

The more I sunk into myself, for better or worse, pink hair or not, writing or not, the more attractive I became. Throughout my life, I have spent hours talking to a spectrum of people who live on this Earth: from homeless people to CEOs of successful companies.

My ability to sink into myself allowed me to be a beacon of sexiness within any socio-economic group, race, or nationality.

I meet people where they are by being where I am. For all the days I spent hiding behind labels of what determined what was sexy, I lost countless time allowing myself just to be me. And just being me translates into dying my hair pink if I want or writing about what I want as well as bleeding on the pages that I write, dutifully, while possessing swag in my step.

Do not like it? Not my problem.

Sexy is always confidence, but my confidence, which was born out of having to survive, turned into the habit of letting no one intimidate me while always remaining kind. I like to push the edges. I can feel how far I can go, and I do. I pass no judgment because humility handed me a sense of freedom that the ego never would squander.

I play with people; I talk about real things, I am not afraid to move off the beaten path, and I also know when someone else might be and to slow down.

Today, I am losing muscle control in my eyes, and I am experiencing other neurological disorders that concern me. But that did not stop me from wearing leopard pants, a bright pink mask, and a noble eye patch across my face so I could see. And I am still sexy.

The more I dive deep into my soul, the sexier I become. Anyone’s others’ idea of sexy would cloud my beauty. So, take a chance. Just be you.

It takes practice, but the results are amazing. I feel sexier today wearing my grandma’s nightie and hair tie. A glass of pink roses sits to my right, and a beautiful rose scent candle flickers to my left. Feel the sexy!

I date myself and I welcome others to join. Because sexy is not about sex, it's about the essence, the pheromones, and your special way in the world. Take a moment without constraint and dream about who you would be without the opinion of the world. I bet you would be too sexy for yourself.

I know I am too sexy for myself. All I ever had to do was throttle headfirst into who I am. But with age comes wisdom, with tragedy, comes truth, and letting go of trying to be normal you arrive. And it is so sexy. I am talking about:

FULL FORCE-GET OUT MY WAY- I AM ROCKIN THESE SWEATS- WHILE REMAINING LOVING AND CARING -YOU.

And no amount of Botox and fillers can repeat those results.

YOU SEXY BEAST.

Thank you Geetika Sethi for bringing sexy back. Meow.