Confession, I have always always wanted to be a Victoria’s Secret Angel. Who hasn’t though right? Life as a Victoria’s Secret Angel seems like the most glamourous life I can possibly imagine. I’m pretty confident in myself, but I’m also pretty confident in the fact that I could never be a bikini model because…um I love ice cream way way way too much (and pizza and mochas). I’ve tried to live out my underwear/swimsuit model fantasies and I have dressed up as Victoria’s Secret Angel multiple times for Halloween (and yes the costume is more than just underwear and no it isn’t much more). At the beach I made Genevieve play supermodel with me. If there is a beach and a camera I can’t help but let my inner Brooklyn Decker out (we all have inner VS angels I think). I mean I know I don’t have the height, or the face or the body but I have to admit something about pretending you are one of the elite angels makes you feel instantly sexier. On occasion I’ve told randos who hit on me at parties that I’m a Victoria’s Secret model. They obviously don’t believe me but they pretend to because…duh they’re tipsy guys with ulterior motives so playing along with my game seems like a winning situation to them. Luckily, I’m the kind of girl who likes to string people along with games and then not play along with their games which include copious amounts of alcohol and dark corners alone with them. Oh oops! Am I disclosing too much? I like to think of this space as like girl talk zone, so if you haven’t noticed I don’t really keep many topics off limits especially concerning my love life or lack thereof.
I honestly can say I feel the most “hot” running around on the beach in the sunshine. I love when my hair becomes tangled and wavy, I love my freckles and even though I lather on the sunscreen I love a little bit of a tan (I know it’s bad for me). It isn’t all about being dressed as scantily clad as I can possibly be, although bathing suits are pretty teeny tiny, it’s about the carefree happy attitude and excess of vitamin d (I don’t get that too often in Seattle). I think everyone has an outfit, or a setting or even another person who helps them to feel the most confident and (hello) supermodel gorgeous. Maybe it isn’t normal to channel a Victoria’s Secret Angel when you want to feel like a sex kitten but I sort of feel like it probably is because, yeah hi, have you seen Gisele’s legs?
Do you emulate anyone specific when you want to feel like a total bombshell? Am I a total weirdo for playing Victoria’s Secret Angel on a regular basis or do you do that too? I hope everyone’s week is as beautiful and sunshiney as mine has been!
P.S. Is my new camera just totally fabulous or what?! It is quickly paying off for its self!