A Little Less Confrontation, a Little More Jazzercise

Having On Demand will most likely be the death of me, but while I'm waiting for the Grim Reaper to strike me down, I will enjoy it to the best of my advantage.

I'm not usually a Lifetime, Television for Women viewer, but there is one show that I willingly watch without the usual grimace or raised eyebrow: How to Look Good Naked.

When I was in high school I was a huge fan of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (mock me if you will, but I found a TV while on vacation in New Hampshire and bogarted it for the sake of watching them make men look and act...properly?) Carson Kressley has decided to branch out and create this show to help prove to women that sexy isn't a size or a shape, it's a feeling.

Confidence, according to both the Kress and my mother, has everything to do with how someone perceives you at first glance: if you feel successful and beautiful, you will appear as such. Lately, I've found myself all down in the dumps (if you didn't catch my references to wine, vodka and chocolate, you must have taken a mini brain vacation during my earlier posts) about not being hired and being single (how those go together I have NO idea) and I chalked it up to being fat and unattractive.

As the Kress points out, 4 out out 5 women have self-esteem issues and I have reached the point where I do not want to be part of that statistic. I want to be that fifth woman who says "hey world, I'm a sexy beast and deserve your attention!" This doesn't mean I'm going to start shouting that out in the supermarket or anything, but I will take steps to encourage myself both emotionally and physically to be the best person I can be. In time, some HR person might find that to be the clincher in hiring me.

Now...where's my bag of peanut M&Ms *cough* I mean basket of fruit?