Just walked nearly two miles on my treadmill, and as I walked, I realized that younger women have nothing on me. Not being my usual self-deprecating self; I have earned this vanity.
I LOOK GOOD! –And my hair swung wildly and rhythmically to Mansion Air, hold Me Down, (LCAW remix)… I will be 62 years old at the end of next month, and while I have these looks, I shall exploit them.
On Wednesday, I’m having my hair done for the author photo that will be on my new book, Persea Books, September 2016, “Wannabe Hoochie Mama Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code” –my eleventh book, and my best.
My son will capture this photo, and I will be wearing a red dress, that I may need to purchase on Thursday; either way, I will look good. I have long hair and a figure that many women envy, and I know this.
I did think it best not to feel this way about something as fleeting as beauty, but no more! –while I’ve got this, I intend to enjoy it! I will post a new pic as soon as I have it,
and when my other book has representation, will be my twelfth, NKH I mean, because it will, I will travel to Chicago so that Tony Smith can photograph me for that.
“Looking for Forker Gyrl
NKH: New Kiss Horizon
Will be only the start of something too wondrous for me to imagine –but it’s going to happen. I could see that clearly as I walked the final two miles to it.
I no longer need for anyone else to tell me that I am a beautiful woman, I know that I am.
I no longer need for anyone to tell me that I’m smart. I know that I am.
And “Wannabe” proves that this beautiful woman also has brains.
Lots of brains. Lots of booty and brains. AND ALL OF IT LOOKS GOOD!
My heart does indeed belong to someone; I’ve given it to him, and it’s his if he wants it, but, as I was walking this morning, I realized and accepted how beautiful I am… I can get a man, of that I have no doubt. None at all. The brains, the ideas may intimidate many men, but not the right man for me.
Up to him to claim me before someone else does…
What more could any man reasonably want?
I can (and sometimes do) put younger women to shame!
I am a prize, and I know it; I’m not going to pretend I’m not. No apologies.