Last night, as many others I am certain, I watched the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. This isn’t something I started watching until I was in college. All of my girlfriends would always gather in our living room with wine and usually we would quickly regret the pizza we were shoving in our mouths. We continued to sit in awe watching these seemingly perfect women strut down the catwalk. We all wanted to be them. I wanted to sport my own pair of angel wings and leave an impression like they did with me. This year, there was something was different about the show. This year I found myself envious, but not because of their toned abs, or their muscular legs that are twice the length of mine or that they are all apparently best friends with T-Swift. This year, the first thing I noticed about these women was their confidence.
