Me

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, Vince now does... But the song belongs to India Aria and the idea is mine.
Distribution: Flights.
Note: For the WWF Diva I'm liking against my own will.

She looked into the mirror at her reflection and smiled. She thought about all the beautiful women she'd seen on TV, Ingrid Bergman, Audrey and Katherine Hepburn, Dorothy Dandridge, Judy garland, Marilyn Monroe, Carol Alt, Christie Brinkley, Naomi Campbell, Janet Jackson, Madonna, Sharon Stone, Gwyneth Paltrow and she realized she was as beautiful as they all were. She was beautiful from the inside out and on the outside, her package was just as good.
She tucked an errant strand behind her ear, twirled around on her heels and walked out of the hotel room and headed downstairs. The restaurant, as it was every morning after a show was packed to the gills. But she managed to stop at every table to do the meet and greet thing. But she went further. She didn't just say hello. She asked about the kids, the spouses, the parents, the siblings, the friends, the throbbing limb, the nasty cut, the lost luggage, the autograph session, the photo shoot, the web site hits, everything. And she smiled.
When it came down to her business, she didn't make a face and sigh loudly for everyone to hear about it. She buckled down and did what was necessary, getting her points across quickly and efficiently, taking the time to make sure everyone was up to speed and on the same page. What's more, she didn't focus on certain cases in particular. As far as she was concerned, everyone was worthy of her attention and care at the very same level.
But as the day wore on, naturally, her smile wavered until it cracked and her nerves frayed until she realized that if she didn't get away, she'd end up snapping at someone and making them cry. So she put down her pen, prettily excused herself and walked out. Somehow, her steps led her straight to the town mall and she started walking through it, enjoying the quietness of its near emptiness. She stopped at a few stores, bought silly knickknacks, enjoying herself, enjoying the fact that she didn't have to be responsible for anything but herself.
"Excuse me, miss?" said a little voice behind her, "but would you please sign this for me?"
She turned around and saw a little girl standing there, holding up a copy of the WWF magazine turned to a smiling picture of her. She crouched down next to the four year old, stared into the large brown eyes that held nothing but adoration and her exhaustion melted away.
This was why she did it. Not for the people who criticized what she wore, not for the people who hated her in-ring persona, not for the people who wanted to wear lower cut tops, not for the people who'd check her pictures to find out whether or not she'd shaven her pits or her legs that very day. She did what she did every day to bring a smile on the face of little girls like her.
"Sure thing. What's your name pretty girl?"
"Alicia."
"All right Alicia," the young woman said, getting a pen out of her purse.
"So tell me, who's your favorite WWF star?"
"Uh... There's you and uh... Chyna and Jeff Hardy and Matt. I'm going to marry him you know."
"Which one, Jeff or Matt?"
"Matt."
"But what about Lita?"
"Well, she'll be old by the time I grow up, so it'll be OK. Maybe uh... William Regal will want to marry her."
"Maybe," Stephanie chuckled, who couldn't stop laughing at the image of Lita walking down the aisle, to be wed to William Regal. She'd have to be gagged and drugged. "There you go sweetie."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"Uh Stephanie," Alicia asked, pulling on her pant leg.
"Yes?"
"I just want you to know, my mommy says that she wants me to grow up to be a lady when I grow up and I know who I can look up to. Cause you're a real lady and you're super pretty too."
"Thank you Alicia," Stephanie whispered, kneeling next to the little girl and pecking her cheek, "and you know what? You're already a lady."
"Thanks. I've got to go now. Can't miss Pokemon. Bye Stephanie."
"Bye."
Tears in her eyes, Stephanie watched the little girl run away to her mother and her smile stretched from one ear to the other. Nothing like the honesty of a child to rebuild your self-esteem. She walked back to the hotel, her head held high, her smile unwavering because Alicia's simply kind words not only made her feel good to be herself, they'd made her feel like a queen.

Artist: India Aria
Album: Acoustic Soul
Title: Video

Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don't
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won't
Depend on how the wed blows I might even paint my toes
It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Aria

When I look in the mirror the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be
And I know our creator didn't make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes I'm lovin' what I see

I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Aria

Am I less of a lady If I don't wear panty hoes?v My mama said ain't what she wears but, what she knows
But, I've drawn a conclusion, it's all and illusion confusions the name
Of the game

A misconception, a vast deception
Something's gotta change
Don't be offended this is all my opinion
ain't nothing that I'm sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to
share wit ya'll
So get in where you fit in go on and shine
Free your mind, nows the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go head and love yourself
Cuz everything's gonna be all right

I'm not the average girl from your video
and I ain't built like a supermodel
But, I Learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I'm not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothesv No matter what I'm wearing I will always be India Aria

Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks
I don't need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your Caviar
All I need is my guitar
Keep your krystyle and your pistol
I'd rather have a pretty piece of Crystal
Don't need your silly comb I can find my own
What God gave me is just fine