I got cat called. And I liked it!

How very un-PC. How very non-feminist of me.

Let me explain.

My husband is attracted to me, he thinks I’m beautiful no matter what. He even finds me sexy when I’m stark naked with no makeup or sexy underthings to enhance what I have. I’m comfortable in my own skin. Wrinkles, jiggles, dimples and all. If I was presented with the Dove doors I would choose beautiful, any day!

My usual work wardrobe consists of jeans and t-shirts, takkies (trainers) or slops and a hoodie if its cold.  My hair is usually in a pony or up in a bun and the most makeup I wear is mascara and usually I don’t even wear that.

Its comfortable and I’m all about comfort especially at work. I mean, I’m there for 9 hours a day!

Today I decided to jazz it up a bit.  I’m still wearing my jeans but today I’m wearing a fancy pinstripe sleeveless shirt and a pair of black kitten heals. My hair is still up in a bun but I’m wearing make up today, BB cream (yes, I’m late to the party) and mascara. I’m even wearing perfume. I left the house today feeling really happy about myself with an extra spring in my step.


The cat call happened when I was waiting to cross the street. I guy drove past and whistled and shouted good morning. He couldn’t tell I was wearing fancy clothes or make up (I was wearing my sunglasses) and definitely not the perfume. What he could tell is that I felt extra good about myself. I felt feminine and strong and gorgeous and confident.

When he whistled at me it made me smile. In fact it made me laugh out loud. I felt good. I felt beautiful. I felt stronger and more empowered as a women.

Not very PC of me but there you have it. I got cat called and I liked it!

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