It was about two years ago, when I first stood in front of a mirror, butt naked, and realised I was sexy.
It wasn’t the result of attention I’d been receiving from men (though I was getting plenty of that), or flattering comments from other women (I was getting those, too). And, to be honest, it wasn’t even, really, about the way I looked. Though, god knows I’d spent a lifetime and maxed out several credit cards trying to improve on that.
Oddly enough, it was a few weeks after very uncharacteristically lopping off all my hair, that brought me to my hotness epiphany. And, full confession: I didn’t chop all my hair off in an empowered act of feminist defiance against patriarchal beauty standards; I did it in a shallow attempt to detract attention away from my new nose while it healed from a secret rhinoplasty. (Yeah, I wasn’t born with this face.)
The game plan was: distract from the new nose while it healed, and grow my hair back out as quickly as possible in the meantime. I wasn’t one of those girls who could “pull off” a short ‘do,’ my face was too round, too… average looking, I’d convinced myself.