Alter Ego

I am the Super Sexy Bootylicious Diva Muse. I am so glamorous, glitter is mad at me.  I walk around in shoes like the one’s in my banner everyday.  I sleep in diamonds and a full face of makeup because I can’t run the risk of anyone seeing me looking less than fab.  I only wear the best of the best designers, and other women look to me for their fashion cues. They all admire me and are jealous of me at the same time, and the men who see me secretly fantasize about me, but of course I am so happily married that they could never ever have me. I am a forced to be reckoned with, and women want to either be me or hang out with me.  And truly, can you blame them?

And then of course, LOL, I woke up. Ok, so I am nothing like that at all.  I mean, I am sexy, and I can be a diva when I dress up and step out of my regular life, and I’d like to think that there is a little bit of muse in all of us. But Super Sexy is really like an alter ego for me. She is where I go when reality gets to be too much. She is who I pretend to be when I am in a store and the sales clerk doesn’t want to help me.  She is the woman who appears when I am surround by size 2, 25 year old blondes.  She is the woman who steps up when a teacher is picking on my kids, or my husband has a wandering eye.  She is my stronger more fabulous personality and if you make me mad, give me a challenge, or get on my nerves, she is subject to appear and make heads rolls.  Hopefully some of y’all can identify with me and the other person who lives within  because truly, we all have a little Super Sexy Bootylicious Diva Muse, just screaming to get out.