I am hot. How physically attractive I am has nothing to do with my level of

sexiness,

because sexy is an essence, a perception.

It's an energy, and I know how to control, harness, and manipulate it.

I am ready to fully embrace my sensuality now.

I know how vibrant and desirable I am.

Sexiness is a magnetic force that's so powerful.

It attracts and captivates others.

But I don't need anyone else to tell me how sexy I am.

I know it to be true.

I don't need convincing of my own truth. Queens don't seek compliments. My level of

sexy is always greater than any form of flattery that can possibly be bestowed

upon me. It's indescribable, unyielding. It doesn't require any external validation to be true. Confidence

ooises from every poor in my body. I can rapid fire list all the things that I love about myself.

In fact, every time I look in the mirror, I notice something else that I like.

From the outer attributes to the inner qualities.

I am radiantly beautiful.

I am a divine expression, a magnificent creation.

It is my birthright as a woman to understand my own sexual power, to know it, to own it. I have the innate

capacity to turn on sexy in any given moment. My presence alone, the energy I give off, can

command the attention of any room. I don't have to say a thing to turn heads. There is nothing

sexier than a woman who knows how sexy she really is, who embraces the power of her fierce feminine energy. I compare myself to

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