I have a confession to make.
Put me in heels, I strut. If I’m in a shirt that makes me feel a bit prettier, I strut. Hell, if I’m pissed off I strut.
An ex-boyfriend of mine used to call it my “Super Bitch Walk.”
Somehow when I’m wearing red it’s even worse (better?). Something about wearing red makes me feel a bit powerful. I’m not so much talking about the Cardinals stuff I wear on a ridiculously regular basis, but wearing a low-cut, lacy, form-fitted red top last night was a boost.
Today I am feeling pretty. And I’m strutting. In tennis shoes.
I clearly don’t have an issue with low self esteem.
I don’t even feel bad.