by Glitter | Jul 3, 2015 | Fitness, Life, Workouts
So when I made my life list eons ago I snuck on there something I thought would finally give me the va va voom I was missing. Pole dancing. See what I didn’t know then, but definitely know now, is that sexiness isn’t a dance move. It’s confidence in who you are and trust in your body to express how you are feeling. So if you’re feeling like a sex cat in heat, you’re body is going to radiate sexy like it’s holding a neon sign that says “this girl needs to man to worship her.”
I put these images in black because they feel like they should be. I mean when I think of sexy french burlesque I think of black and white and corsets. Sister child has a straight policy against underwear posts- that’s a really long and possibly really heated debate I shall spare you from today- so no corsets for you. However black and white filter? I got this.
Pole Dancing was surprisingly plus size friendly. I didn’t feel like I was exhausted after class and I feel I learned some new erm * cough cough* useful moves for my non-existent life partner to enjoy. I can now crawl like a sexy tiger, go down a fire man’s pole like I’m J LO pre-record deal, and have learned how to close out a routine like a fine as freak fantasy female and most importantly “collect my money.” You know with this booty, the money collection part would likely take forever. I was surprised that as I finished that the others in class could resist the urge to shower me generously with paper. Holler for a dollar.
I took my pole dancing class at Brass Ovaries, pretty much the best name for anything woman centered ever. Also their mascot is a unicorn: double score. And for the triple layup- they’re saying is “Glittter, Guts, Glory.” In short, I was meant to move my body like a snake in this studio. IT WAS DESTINY. SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY.
by Glitter | Apr 19, 2015 | Inspiration, Life
I have a new theory. If a woman needs to love their body or feel better about themselves, they should do a photo shoot. I am not talking about a tripod in your bedroom or an awkward selfies with outfit changes in the bathroom mirror. I am referring to letting someone else take the reigns and giving up a bit of control. There is something about forcing yourself to let go, putting your image in someone else’s hands and getting comfortable being you in front of a camera that is uber de duper liberating. It forces you to stop thinking about working those angles and allows you the rare opportunity to see yourself through the eyes of someone else. I think it’s a genuine recipe for all kinds of self love and Facebook profile picture updates. 
This weekend I had the awesome pleasure of hanging out with my rad friend, Allyson and her adorable nuclear family. I mean look at that little sassafras in the photo. ADORABLE. Look how she works that inflatable dolphin like it’s her job. Anyways, these super amazing friends [read saints] agreed to put up with my insane ideas and help me snap some sassy shots for a little swimsuit company’s competition. Because, Bermuda. Because, vacation. Because, I have sun, beach, and tropical cocktail needs.
I should mention every single one of the outfits I post daily on instagram, I take myself with my iphone on a tripod. I know my angles, and I must admit look uniformly (damn) good. I am a master at working the hell out of that $15 amazon budget photography investment. However, most of these shots are not me hanging out in real life. Sure some of my quirk comes through (there’s a little too much sass in this ole body o’ mine to shut it out), but at the end of the day, it’s the manufactured version of me. The me I want you to see.
I love these photos because they show a side of me I rarely see in pictures. I still look rad… I would even venture to say better then I do in my ooh la la, white backgroundy, artsy selfies. They show a quiet confidence, versus a loud in your face “I love who I am for all the internet to see” version of me. I love how they capture both my insatiable curiosity and my uncontrollable silliness. I didn’t manipulate my body into just the perfect pose and she captured beautiful ways I move and exist on film ( err photo card?) for the first time. As a result, I now see myself a bit differently. And, that’s a good thing.
I think all women to deserve to find a special beauty in who they are. Maybe allowing someone else to take the reigns of how we see ourselves is another step in loving ourselves just lil bit more.
(Both bikinis are from swimsuitesforall.com. They didn’t give me anything for this post, I just have a excellent trigger finger when it comes to cute swimwear.)
by Glitter | Mar 26, 2015 | Inspiration
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. That’s a dumb sentence, we all do a lot of thinking, all the time. That’s what our brains do. Even when we are asleep- we be thinking. Hence why for a brief period of my pre-teens I had a terrifying reoccurring dream about a large dirty mattress chasing me down the street. New readers- I’m weird. Old readers- you should have figured that loooong ago. I digress.
Back to the subject at hand. The internet is now pretty much a mirror of our lives. We all have become the annoying aunt from our childhood who always wanted you to look at the photos she carried around in her oversized pleather pocket book. I used pocket book instead of purse, because it felt more “weird aunt” like. Unlike our dear old Auntie nowadays we have all these amazing tools to make each and every picture of our lives brighter, bolder, better framed, and more “product of an uptight photographer wearing a leather baseball cap” looking.Perhaps our greatest editing tool is the delete button. We have all played the role of “annoying bitch who demands 45 shots until she looks fabulous” in group photos. The 44 other shots? Clickity clack (those are button touches), deleted. We are only are best selves online, and that’s kind of sad.
The reality is the more we show perfection, the more perfect things have to be. We get so used to full faces of make up and perfect hair, that we forget what real people in real moments look like. We lose the memories and focus instead on how fabulous we look in them. Personally I think there is something special and beautiful in stories of the photos that show us at our not so best.
Take the photo at the top which i like to call the potentially worst photo of me ever taken. My hair is a mess. My body is in potentially the most unflattering position it has ever been. This is not the snazzy, sassy, sexy, drop of goddess most people on the internet know me as. But those who know me in real life? This photo is perfectly me. It shows that I am bit zany, shameless, oddly flexible, have great taste in swimsuits, and generally don’t give a fuck what people think. When it comes down to it, I think I should be celebrating this side of myself a whole lot more. I think we all should be celebrating the less perfect, but oh so much more interesting parts of ourselves more.
Help me change this.Let’s make the internet a celebration of all sides of our beautiful crazy ass lives. Commit to post on picture of yourself that isn’t perfect. That isn’t edited. That your make up isn’t done. That your body isn’t perfect. Tag it with #ImperfectlyBeautiful. I don’t care where you do it- facebook, twitter, instagram. whatever.
Lets start a movement and bring the real people with real lives back to the internet. Lets start celebrating multifaceted presentations of our lives and our bodies.
So when I made my life list eons ago I snuck on there something I thought would finally give me the va va voom I was missing. Pole dancing. See what I didn’t know then, but definitely know now, is that sexiness isn’t a dance move. It’s confidence in who you are and trust in your body to express how you are feeling. So if you’re feeling like a sex cat in heat, you’re body is going to radiate sexy like it’s holding a neon sign that says “this girl needs to man to worship her.”
I put these images in black because they feel like they should be. I mean when I think of sexy french burlesque I think of black and white and corsets. Sister child has a straight policy against underwear posts- that’s a really long and possibly really heated debate I shall spare you from today- so no corsets for you. However black and white filter? I got this.
