It’s official. I have been passed over, yet again, for Sexiest Woman Alive. Most likely because Esquire magazine did not get the video submission of me in time for the voting deadline. I am disappointed, of course, as this is a meaningful and auspicious award and would look good on my resume. However, I will keep both my chins up and move on knowing that I must have some other God given talents I could offer the world even though being the sexiest woman alive is, arguably, the most important.
I could focus on being a good friend, mother, daughter, person, sister, whatever… but no – the disappointment of not being chosen as The Sexiest is surely to ruin my day.
What good is it if I am a good person if I am not the most sexy as well?
What good is it if I am a good friend or colleague if I am not also one Hot Mama?
The goal, of course, is to land on the front cover of Esquire or Cosmo or Vogue, or some other fabulous magazine that really captures the essence of what it is to be an American woman these days.
My mother, who raised and educated nine children, who made sure we all had the opportunity to travel the world, who made sure we were raised with character, morals, and a good dose of humor, who made sure we grew up with gratitude for what we had, and thankful for the good people in our lives, and who also was passed over for the Sexiest Woman Alive award in the early 60′s, was able to rise above and carry on and live a meaningful and rich and rewarding life filled with friends and family and laughter.
I will follow her example and rise above the disappointment of the day and focus on the little things that may not land me on the cover of a magazine but that I know will land me square in the middle of the hearts of the people I love.