I have a confession to make.

I strut.

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.