In Las Vegas, there is a lot of skin almost everywhere you go. Go go dancers in corsets, dealers in lingerie, girls in bathtubs with  only rose petals on their nipples (yes, at Tao), scantily clad club goers and I’ll go on to say that most are very attractive.

Really, if four days of that wasn’t enough to make me feel like a ginormous cow, I don’t know what was.

Now I’m not saying if I had a body like that I would walk around next to naked but I do wish I had that kind of confidence.

I want to be comfortable in my own skin.

Funny that being around a bunch of barely dressed women with my boyfriend was what I needed to stop this cycle, isn’t it?

I’m tired of being like this.

I want to be one of those girls that turns heads.

I want my boyfriend to feel like his has the prettiest girl in the room.

And for once, I want to feel like I can agree with him.

It’s time for serious change.