Okay, maybe I’m crazy but I can honestly say that I planned my whole week around this fashion show! My girlfriends say I’m nuts, they swear that 60 minutes full of impossibly skinny women in unaffordable fantasy outfits and layers of wavy extensions only makes them feel bad about themselves, but I don’t really agree. I have had a slight obsession with the Victoria’s Secret models for years. In fact, when I was younger and in modeling, being one was at the very top of my “to-do” list. Unfortunately life, and a slight chubby gene I can’t seem to shake, got in the way.
Either way, I still find myself feeling like a little girl full of excitement every year the show is aired. Maybe it’s the gorgeous models, maybe it’s the hot music, maybe it’s the perfect hair or the costumes that look like blinged out fairies and angels, or maybe it’s the sparkly runway. Who knows, but I get a rush of adrenaline watching and often find myself imagining I am Miranda or Candice, smiling and walking in 5″ stiletto ballet shoes while waving and blowing kisses at celebrities.
This year’s production was also quite possibly my favorite yet. The colors were bold and bright and every outfit boiled over with sparkle and imagination. There were quite a few new moms working the runway this year as well, which I found insanely motivating. I mean sure, a part of my brain is thoroughly convinced that these chicks are born and bred on some secret sexy island that no one really knows about and genetically they are all freaks, but the other part if only for a minute thinks, maybe abs like Candice Swanepoel’s are possible!