Free The Day I Shot Cupid by Jennifer Love Hewitt

women we all know, Audrey Hepburn. I had breakfast at Tiffany’s, lunch with my girlfriends, wore a tiara all day, and had the most fabulous party that left me dancing ’til 5 a.m.! It was glorious! I challenge us all to make every birthday as wonderful as thirty. Hold on to that “I have arrived” feeling, spend your birthdays paying homage to your favorite female icons, and remember, every year we get better. Here are a few things I have been doing for myself in my thirtieth year. No matter what age you are, you might want to give these a try.
1. Every day, look in the mirror and find ten things you like (you must say them out loud).
2. Every night before bed, find five things you think are sexy aboutyourself (that’s right, say those out loud, too).
3. Sleep in sexy lingerie, not for him, but you. (Sleep naked for him.)
4. And my favorite, take a bath every night with a tiara on. It really does make you feel like a queen.
    If you don’t like these, come up with your own, but spend time on yourself and you will like the results.

Be Polite, It’s Cellulite
    I t starts off gently, a reminder to have one less french fry. A friendly, subtle “Hey there, you’re no longer sixteen.” A tiny, inconvenient, unimportant, barely noticeable, completely controllable bump. Misplaced cell or tissue, if you will. You don’t even think to mention it over a girls’ lunch because it will be gone after a forty-five-minute session on the treadmill. But then you wake up, two months later, after 150 hours on the treadmill, two weeks of sucking on ice, and eighteen massages for that little cell/misplaced tissue problem. And suddenly it hits you—it ain’t a houseguest, it’s here to stay. Your bathing suitshave skirts on them. Your once string bikini is now surf trunks and a rash guard. You suddenly are very sensitive to sunlight and can only tan alone and at home. Department stores have seen what lurks under your jeans and have invented shorts—tight, skin-colored, cutoff-the-blood-supply shorts—meant to make you feel extremely secure when worn under your dresses and skinny jeans. Except you are getting no blood to your brain to make you feel secure. And now you waddle. They are so tight. You waddle over to the mirror and you tell yourself one last time that it’s only a matter of days before this nightmare ends. Let’s stop the insanity! (Thanks, Susan Powter.)
    It is what it is. “Be polite, it’s cellulite.” Lots of women have it! A lot, a little, surface, deep, butt, thighs, whatever. The only personal victory I had was finding out and seeing with my own eyes that models have it. Yeah, perfect people are just like us! Let’s all have a celly parade! Walk in bikinis and invite people to bring tomatoes to throw at our cottage cheese!And the shorts from those Einsteins at the Spanx company have saved our lives. They should have their own day. Spanx Day! Don’t shoot the messenger, but put on those shorts and learn to waddle!

W.O.R.T.H.
    (Women Over Relationships That Hurt)
    WORTH: The quality within a person that renders him or her worthy of respect.
    This is a struggle I personally deal with. Worth. How to feel worth it. To be worthy. When I was thinking of the word, it hit me. Maybe those of us who struggle with this concept need to form a club, a secret society of women, who need to learn to feel worth it. And maybe we can do it by healing from the relationships that made us feel worthless. So we will form the Worth Club, Women Over Relationships That Hurt. Instead of constantly not feeling worthy and wondering why fulfillment is not found in new relationships, we willdo inner work, which is really different for each person, to heal ourselves before moving into the next relationship. Here are a few steps that I think work.
1. First, figure out who or what made you feel unworthy. Accept your part, and what’s not in your control, let go of.
2. Second, get a book on self-esteem, serious or funny, and actually read