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14 Things I Do to Feel Good

14. Get a Pedicure: I don't feel good about life if my feet aren't properly taken care of. No matter how much I try to give myself a pedicure at home (because I'm saving up for shoes), my feet never feel the same.

13. Get a Manicure: Always a French manicure, nothing else. It's classy, sophisticated, and feminine. Although, once, I did let my manicurist talk me into some airbrushed crap with my initial stenciled across each nail. Hated it.

12. Exfoliate, Exfoliate, Exfoliate: It keeps me touchable. And I think this is why I tan so nicely. In my bathroom, I have a linen closet and it's filled with scrubs. Origin's scrubs are my personal favorite.

11.* SHAVE: Now this is a very intimate revelation, but I promised to be candid, so here goes. I have a personal vagina groomer. It's... Jan! I know, I know, it sounds weird. But believe me, this guy can groom a woman's privates. Is it a gay thing? He gives me the hookup once a week.

10. Wax My Eyebrows: I may hate waxing my genitals, but I love having my eyebrows waxed. For $25 a month, my brows look splendid. I never do this at home, will never try. If I go broke, I'll scrape up $25 to get my brows done.

9. Get a Colonic: Try it sometime. You'll feel like a new person (at least you'll feel lighter.)

8. Have a Steak: I don't eat a lot of red meat, but a steak a month isn't too bad.

7. Buy New Earrings: I love earrings. Chandeliers, drops, studs, hoops, deco, tribal, etc,. I love 'em all.

6. Watch a Film: Some weeks I'm so busy, I don't have time to even sleep. But I make sure I see one DVD a week. Just the act of being idle for two hours makes me feel like I have time for me.

5. Potables: I prefer wine, but a cold beer with Indian food is a slice of heaven for me.

4. Moisturize: My goal in life is for the man who is with me to think I have the softest skin ever. The way I do this is by moisturizing with oil right after I shower, no drying off.

3. Water Binge: I've done this once a month for the last three years. It's kind of like fasting. For the whole day, all I drink is water. No food.

2. Hit the Gym or Exercise: I can't go without working out. I love my zaftig body, but I love it fit. I try to workout in the mornings, but sometimes I wait until the evening. The treadmill is my poison.

1. The Hair Is God: Caramel base, honey highlights or Caramel base, champagne highlights (my summer look). It's my religion.

*The whole SHAVE thing will be a Bedtime Confession soon.

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