I’m fucking sexy and I know it…and so are you! 

If you love me… keep reading

If you’re concerned about me… keep reading

If you’re here for hot mess entertainment…keep reading

If you’re just here because you can’t wait to hear what else is going to come out of that no filter mouth of mine… keep reading

Moral of the story… click the damn link and read the entire blog….

Alright here is comes, the real thing I sat down to write tonight…. 


I went out for Halloween as a sexy Cinderella and I had a blast!! I decided that this was probably going to be the only time I would ever have the confidence to go out in public like this in my entire life and I made the resolve that I was going to fucking own it…and I did! I pulled two of my new friends who are also single mommas out with me too and they fucking owned it just as much!!! 


5 kids…4 kids…twins…  our bodies have been sacrificed for our children, who are our world. We were in marriages that tore us apart and changed who we were and made us think we weren’t good enough or strong enough to be on our own. Those of you who know what I’m talking about, get it… and those of you who don’t, never will. Because much like how a non-parent judges a parent as to what they would do if they were in that situation if they were a parent,  until you have labored a child, been up all night with a sick crying baby know the joys and devastations of parenthood you are fucking clueless… so until you have been divorced and walked a mile in our glass slippers you have no idea the blisters and bruises these beautiful smiles hide!  


My outfit was sexy. It covered more than my bathing suit. It was classic and it made me feel good! I went downtown Muskegon and as I was walking into top shelf with one of my other beautiful princesses I turn to find some old friends, who I admired and looked up to… were snickering and averting their eyes after an obvious distaste for how we were dressed. I sweetly smiled and said “hello! How are you, have a good night” as they quickly passed to pigeon hill not calling them out on how rude they were for their judgement, giggles and stares.  

Let me just throw this side note in…. mature women lift each other up and support you no matter what. They offer encouragement and understanding. Insecure girls tear each other down and attempt to make you feel inferior. But honey let me tell you I will channel the fuck out of Eleanor Roosevelt when I tell you there is no one on this earth who will make me feel inferior! Because I am brave and I am strong and I will smile and turn the other cheek when what I would really like to say is…. here take my shoes because honey you couldn’t even fill them let alone take a step in them!!!

Back to top shelf where I was sitting staring at my beautiful Snow White… the Jeep not the princess knowing full well the man who loves to make me feel weak, who takes pleasure in pushing those buttons and his blonde baindaid were nearby and would soon be getting out of the hockey game and would undoubtedly be searching for a drink….that little bitch of a voice came sneaking in telling myself he was going to laugh and make fun of how I was dressed and be able to talk to all his friends about what a whore his soon to be ex-wife is…. I turned and I looked at my friend and said no fucking way! Not doing it! 


So we gathered our third princess and we headed off to the ball. In Grand Rapids where the people are not small minded, the drinks are all tall and the music is roaring. We walked into that bar with our heads held high. We caught the attention of the room, heads were turning and the women were glowing! We had more compliments from women on how gorgeous we looked and how amazing our DIY costumes were than I ever imagined. I did not see one smirk. Not one eye roll. I saw not one woman look at me the way those women who have known me since I was 12 years old looked at me. I felt empowered. I had to dance. And so I did. I swirled around. I laughed. I sang….


And I met my prince, I really truly did. He told me I was fabulous and squeezed me so tight But I didn’t get his number and I never got to ask if he would be my gay best friend before the night ended so fast….


I’m single for the first time since I was 14 years old. I’m sexy. I’m confident. I’m smart. I love myself for the first time in my entire life. I’m young enough to to flaunt what I have and wise enough to know my worth. I’m not going to settle for any Tom, Dick, or Jerry so there is no need for concern. My intentions are happy and my heart is true. I love you I really truly do but your chatter and worry is wasted on me because I’m just doing what any Queen Bee must for her hive. I’m smelling the flowers and enjoying the scene but I’m not going to land to pollen the seed until I see one fit for a Queen. 💕 🐝 

5 thoughts on “I’m fucking sexy and I know it…and so are you! 

  1. Beautifully worded! It sounds like you and the other princesses had the great time you so much deserve. Thank you for reminding me not to be so concerned about what other people might think – that it’s okay to leave my comfort zone for a night of fun. Life is short! 💕💜

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  2. Absolutely love this…. I’m so glad you are happy and that you are able to find yourself. Don’t let anyone bring you down ever. I remember when I was going through my divorce honestly some of the best times I was able to be myself and just have fun. As you grow and find your prince try not to lose yourself again as I did. Your smart beautiful and an amazing mother!

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  3. Jessie,
    You should be a writer. You open probably so many people’s eyes. I hope you inspire your girls. Or many other women. The spot your in right now can’t be easy, but owning it is the best option, and I would say you have that part down. I know your a great momma, so you are doing your job! Good job girl! Keep it up. You should keep blogging.

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