Husband and I attended our very first Burlesque show last
night. The show was held at a casino and was put on by a local pin up boutique.
The casino is just down the road from us and I had seen the show advertised
about a month ago while waiting in the 2 for 1 buffet line. Husband asked if it
was a “titty show” to which I told him “No way, not at that casino!” The event
was limited to 200 tickets but was being held in a lounge that can be viewed
from the slot machines and card tables. Little did I know about the curtain
between the two rooms.
I saw this event as my first opportunity to dress up and not
look totally out of place. I had the outfit planned out from my cute polka dot
halter swing dress complete with petticoat to my sexy pinup peep toe heels
topped off by fishnet stockings with seams! After some quality time on Cherry
Doll Face’s YouTube channel I was ready for hair and makeup. I had planned to
do her 1950’s Vintage Curly Hair ala Marilyn Monroe style. It looked easy
enough and something my current length would support. For makeup the plan was
to use her every day style – I hardly wear makeup as it is so the photo shoot makeup
would be over the top. It’s been 9 weeks since I last had a haircut do to some
unfortunate layers I’m still trying to grow out. Free tip: If your hair dresser
starts telling you that she caught her husband sexting with another woman while
she is cutting your hair make her STOP cutting your hair! It’s been over a year
with a different hair dresser and I’m still paying the price of one man’s
wandering thumbs! I’m not sure if it was the time between haircuts, the combination
of products or new curling iron but my hair would not curl for anything last night.
I struggled with pin curls only getting 2 pinned in the time it should have
taken me to do the entire head. I finally got the bangs under control, used the
flat iron to get some curl in the ends and pinned one side with a big red
flower. Makeup was going good until the liquid liner which was when I
remembered that I couldn’t draw a straight line with a ruler. I went back to my
comfort zone and my handy black eyebrow pencil for liner. Brows are another
thing I wasn’t ready for, they were freshly waxed at the Walmart that morning
after my mani pedi – didn’t get my oil changed this time. When I attempted to
draw them in, the brown liner was a shock against my strawberry blond hair. At
this point I would seriously consider paying someone to teach me how to do my
hair and makeup. It looks easy enough on YouTube watching someone that does it
every day, but I end up feeling like I am learning how to play the violin at the
age of 38. If I could go back and talk to 14 year old me I would encourage her to have at least one sleep over with the preppy girls, but of course Glam Rock was much more her style. Nothing like having a guy with longer hair than you teach you how to apply makeup.
But enough about me, you came here to hear about the topless
Burlesque girls! The show was put on by a troupe from Seattle. The Emcee did a
great job getting a crowd that was full of first timers prepped for what they
were about to see, and yes boys and girls they did indeed take their tops off! The
costumes were stunning right down to the sparkly pasties. I was in awe at how comfortable each performer
was in her body. I found myself down right excited to see meat on ribs and some
extra skin at the top of waists. More than once I thought “She looks like me
and she’s rocking it!” From what I could tell all of the breasts were real and
I have to say I much preferred the ones on the more voluptuous women. I’ve gained a lot of body confidence over the
last few months as I have learned to love and respect the body that I am in.
These women brought confidence to the next level by sharing it with their audience.
The tentative crowd started to get into things during the second act and seemed
much more at ease by the end of the show. The Emcee compared the screams and
yells to a Burlesque performer to heroin to a drug addict. As the night went on
you could feel the connection between the performers and the audience. I left
there in awe of those amazing women and much more confident in my own beauty. I am now even more convinced that reclaming my body doesn't mean working to get back to a size 0 or even a size 4. Reclaiming my body has more to do with loving each inch of it at size 8.
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