Many of my friends told me that they don’t feel “sexy enough”. Most of them have bodies that have changed with time. Their silhouettes have transitioned through pregnancy, time, age or injury. Perhaps they never deemed themselves “sexy enough” to start with; viewing themselves as replete with cosmetic flaws or lacking in virtues to self-love. “Sexy enough” is subjective. If the definition of sexy is tall and thin with huge doll-like eyes, then I’m toast. If it’s poreless skin, no wrinkles, collar bone-hugging cleavage and a two-inch gap between the thighs… then, yeah. None of us are sexy. Myself included.