The single greatest and scariest day of a woman’s life is the day she realizes just how much power she has between her legs. No, seriously. Every day leading up to that point is pure drudgery. You’re trying to figure out if you’re cute enough, flirty enough, just…enough. You are! You totally are. But it’s not until this day that you fully get it. What happened? How did you suddenly go from shy gal to sexy mama? You came into your own and fully realized the power of your coochie, girl! Good on you.

Now, this power is fragile and must be handled with care. Plenty of otherwise smart women have fallen victim to their own power simply by drinking too much of the Kool-Aid too fast. Take it slow, honey. It’s not going anywhere. In fact, it’s like a really good bottle of wine. As you get more experienced (I can’t relate this to age because age is only a number and has absolutely nothing to do with experience) it’ll only get better. You will only get better. Take the time to figure out how to harness this superpower and release it full-force when you need to, and pull back when it’s necessary.

I’m sure by now you’re assuming that I’m saying your ONLY superpower as a woman is that sweet spot between your legs and what you can do with it, but that’s not what I’m referring to at all. Don’t get me wrong, learning how to make your lover of choice think about the things you have done, or will do, to him/her is a superpower of it’s own. But what I’m talking about is bigger than that. What makes you truly powerful is the confidence that comes along with this discovery. Confidence is a hell of a drug. The high is unlike any other. And just like you keep taking a drug to continue the high, you should continue the habit of monitoring and feeding your confidence. There’s nothing sexier or more endearing than someone who knows their worth and embraces it. But don’t do it just for others, do it for you. You deserve to feel like the shit every time you step outside your front door. Hell, you deserve to feel like the shit even while you’re inside your home wearing that ratty old t-shirt and yoga pants. Trust me, anyone who is lucky enough to be able to walk into your home won’t give a damn what you’re wearing as long as you wear it well.