Every woman has an article of clothing or jewelry that makes her feel empowered. When my friend Lisa wears her vintage Fiorucci jeans with the distressed red belt, you'll take what she gives you and you'll like it. Steph rocks a sterling collar-type necklace when it's time to open a subliminal can of whoop-ass, and a former co-worker, Chris, went so far as to give her sartorial armor a name, calling a smashing body-skimming royal purple sheath her "results" dress, because when she wore it, sister, you better believe she got 'em.
Sometimes the bolstering comes from a more intimate piece of apparel; a cami that channels the sultry and dangerous Mata Hari, or a bra that makes you feel like Tina Fey's brain in, well, Tina Fey's body. My sure-fire, rock star, don't-stand-next-to-my-fire-or-you'll-get-burned item is a pair of undies printed with little purple scorpions, edged in purple lace. They were fished out of a sale bin at The Lingerie Shoppe near where I work, but their markdown status in no way diminishes their juju. Wearing them, I am Mother Nature's go-to gal - a force in Scorpio underpants.
Now get outta my way while I start on that novel . . .
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