(Note: also pubished in AOC Private Studio.)
Real life is so much better than fiction. I woke up this morning having an Andrej Pejic 'aha' moment -- and I hadn't checked my email.
Before we get to the Monday morning love note and 'Marilyn Off Duty' images from the Prince and LoveCat magazine, I had this Andrej moment on my own.
A couple weeks ago, it hit me that Andrej is just an old soul, after reading his New York Magazine interview comment about leaving his sexuality to 'artistic interpretation'.
Perhaps Andrej was Cleopatra in an earlier life, because how else would he get this self-confidence to just be himself? He has absoutely wielded power and influence somewhere else in history.
The Eureka moment I had waking up this morning came from my good friend and body psychotherapist Ellen Gayda. I met Ellen this summer, seeking treatment for a serious gym injury, because I was getting nowhere with physical therapy.
Simply stated, we are now soul sisters, and Ellen Gayda has worked rehab wonders -- after being willing to touch and fix my dislocated pubic bone lady parts. Ellen runs a workshop on Inhabitance, asking "Are You At Home In Your Body?".
Now that's a profound question, when we know that most women hate our bodies. So why doesn't Andrej suffer from this boring, self-defeating affliction?
Andrej Pejic IS at home in his body, and it shows in his every move.