I avoided the Victoria’s Secret fashion show like Bubonic. I had no interest in watching it whatsoever. I wasn’t really dodging it because I didn’t want to see the beauty. I’m not the bitter, public sweat-pant wearing, she-ogre type. I love that fashion, standards, and pure energy exuding from gorgeous human bodies exist…it’s an art. But, the Victoria’s Secret fashion show? I figured it would be, in the fashion world, the equivalent of what Justin Bieber is in the music world…lots of hype, not so much marrow. Also, I wasn’t exactly excited at the prospect of sitting on the couch with my husband while he tried out of pure respect for me not to admire these women (I must have a few normal insecurities). More than anything though, I just thought it would be boring.
However, tonight, sitting on the couch with my husband and sister, I discovered somehow the show escaped a tivo delete and was staring back at me on the tube. Suddenly I was in a world of panties, wings, sequins, pop songs, and border-line anorexics. Just before I almost completed a successful eye-roll at what I assumed to be a bubble gum runway spectacle, something knocked me abruptly off my high horse and opened my eyes.
Adriana Lima was beginning her catwalk unlike anyone I’d ever seen. The fact that the chorus of “California King Bed” picked up as she stretched her long arms to the extent of their widths only minimally romanticized the moment, because it was a real moment. She couldn’t help but smile, revealing her nature and slightly imperfect teeth to the crowd. As her finger tips reached towards her fans I could almost see light shooting out of them. It was as if she had reached out to Heaven. She was synergizing with the crowd and owned the moment. She , most naturally, thanked them before disappearing behind the curtain, with a look on her face hinting she was still high from the 15 second walk.
She is the best at what she does, because instead of only wearing her rhinestone frock, she wore passion in its purest form. Everytime she takes the runway it’s as if she’s doing it for the first time. Her body goes through the motions, and there’s no thinking. Modeling is the thing that makes her tick, an art that can’t help itself… and I admit, it inspires me. The hair on my arms stood up a bit, and that feeling came…that feeling I get when I watch people’s dreams come true. I would harness that feeling and carry it with me forever if I could. I haven’t known that feeling yet, but I will one of these days. I must. Today, Adriana Lima, of all people in the world, rustled the fire in me because I watched hers explode, full on doused in gasoline. Thanks, Adriana, for loving what you do…it spilled over and fell on to me.
2 thoughts on “Thank You, Adriana Lima”
Your words flow so smooth and effortless. I never knew how talented you are and I too am in awe as I hang on each word watching your skills in writing unfold in true excellence.
Truly a fan,
Thanks so much! That’s very sweet. 🙂