–adjective, juic•i•er, juic•i•est.
full of juice; succulent: a juicy pear.
very profitable, appealing, interesting, satisfying, or substantive: a juicy contract; a juicy part in a movie.
very interesting or colorful, esp. when slightly scandalous or improper: a juicy bit of gossip.
racy, risqué, titillating, sensational, lurid.
How do I make my life juicy?
I make my life juicy by being juicy. I believe that I’m juicy, and for me, that has made all the difference.
This summer I’ve recently experienced a self- revival. This past winter, I had fallen into a terrible way. I had lost nearly all of my self-confidence. I had grown up my whole life knowing my mom’s idea of beauty. It was to be platinum blonde and tan. I had surrounded myself with friends whose idea of beauty was to be a brunette and to have a fabulous tan! I let their ideas affect mine too much.
I felt like my naturally dark/gold blonde hair was never the right color. I felt like my naturally pale skin was never good enough. Since junior high I had always gotten platinum highlights, and I started using tanning beds and sunless tanners. This winter the comments of my skin being pasty and my hair being drab just about broke me down. I take everything to heart, that’s just who I am. So their harmless comments eventually got under my skin. I was at a very vulnerable time in my life anyway and at one point my confidence got so low that I didn’t want to look anyone in the eye.
Graduating from high school in the spring was my first step to renewal. This summer I haven’t been surrounded by people cutting me down and for the first time I’ve started to see myself for whom I really am: A beautiful, one of a kind, human being.
I know that I’m not perfect; I know that no one is, but I also know that my idea of beauty is all my own. I no longer adapt to anyone else’s definition. Now the only comments I listen to are from my own heart. I love my pale skin, I’ve stopped using sunless tanners and going to the tanning bed. I also love my dark blonde hair, and I’m letting my highlights grow out to my natural color.
I am beautiful. I am juicy. It is a declaration for me to say these words and to sincerely, from the bottom of my heart believe and mean them.
I can no longer be repressed. I’ve chosen to rise above those who try to hold me down.
I am Juicy.