Chapter Five: "Who knows when I'll feel this way again..."

Every time I prepare to go out of the house, I have the same ritual.
 
After showering, I look at myself in the mirror and tell myself how absolutely gorgeous I am.
From there, I slide on my foundations.  Ok, slide is a nice way to put it.  It’s more like a hilarious dance of jerking, yanking, and rolling.  By the time I get finished, I have a gorgeous curvy shape and sore arms.  I then stand in front of my closet for a good five minutes trying to decide what I’m going to put on by narrowing down my choices to if I’m bloated, sexy, or too lazy to iron.  Once my outfit is on, my hair in place, and a natural amount of make-up perfected, I go out to face the day.
 
Now I could be the kind of woman that chooses to wear low-cut tops and tiny skirts but I refuse to.  I’m aware of how sensual my curves are.  Oh some men may pretend like they don’t think a full-figured woman is beautiful, but they know the power and appeal of our curves.  And unlike some women who let sex speak for them, my intellect speaks for me.  I’m the whole package.
 
Ok, maybe I’m feeling myself a little bit too much today.  But I think I deserve to.  Curves, Curls, and Cake just got some major sponsors to buy permanent add space, which is going to help boost my following and finances.  Checks have been coming in right on time from InTheKnow, and despite the fact that I have a witch for a manager, things at the job have been going well. To top it off, I have a date for the Dreams Inc. gala tonight.  Some guy that Sydney is setting me up with.  I should be nervous about that, but for some reason I’m not.  The worst that could happen is that he’s a troll.  At least I would’ve had a good laugh. 
           
Man, I love being me sometimes…
                                                         


                                                                                                                                 -  Parker




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“Wow, Parker, you actually look nice today.”
 
Parker rolled her eyes as Trina, dressed in a short black skirt and a fitted blouse, walked into her office and sat on the edge of her desk.  Uninvited entry for a backward compliment. How nice.  “Is there something you need, Trina?”
 

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