j'adore fabulosity

Fabulous is as Fabulous Does

Fabulous is...

Personal. Fabulousness is being unique and individual and not giving two cares about what anyone else thinks or feels about who you are. Being fab is more than just what you where or how you look. It transcends the physical and consists of completeness: not only looking great, but also feeling great and being great. Being fabulous is about swag. Crazy swag. You have it or you don't.

...As Fabulous Does

"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left" -Marilyn Monroe

How Do You Move On?

I'm closing one chapter so that I may open a new one. I have left this unsaid for far too long. I have let it slowly eat away at me. So much that I have become unable to love and unable to celebrate and be happy in REAL love, not the bullshit excuse for love I thought we had. I loved you. A deep, unexplainable, impratical, illogical love and maybe I have held onto this for so long because in some ways I still love you. But that is no excuse. You treated me like shit. You played with my emotions, lied, and lied some more. Maybe my immaturity added fuel to the fire but my time with you meant total combustion for my heart. I didn't know what pain really was until I met you. I didn't begin to understand suffering until you waltzed into my life. If I remember correctly when it all came down to it you pursued me?!?! But you were about lies even from that point. I wasn't looking for love or even anything too serious but I did like you. You took it there. Not me. I just got caught in the tangle web you wove, and when the shit hit the fan you weren't even man enough to face me. You actually stopped talking to me all together like I was in the wrong. Confusion. All this time I thought it was my fault the way the situation went with us but as of late I realize it was you. Yes I played a role and I could have handled it better but you were the reason shit got ill. I wasn't even pressed for the title. You said you only wanted it to be you and me so from there it was you and me and I was ok with that. Then magically one day everything changed. You hurt me and I have been living in that pain ever since. You have moved on with your life. I'm happy that you're happy and I wish you all the best. I have learned that the karma you put out into the world does come back to you. Maybe not today or tomorrow but at some moment when you least expect it you will truly understand all the pain and suffering you put me through. Now, I can finally let it go. I can live. I can be happy. Because I let yo go I can feel love, give love, and appreciate love. Thank you for the lessons you taught me. I've already forgiven you but I never want to forget.

A Different Me.

I like to think that I'm a work in progress. Growth. Development. Change. Evolution. These are all things I thought I prided myself on embodying. I thought I was different. I thought I was changing and for the better, but sometimes when standing in the midst of a storm it's hard to see the path right beneath you. Sometimes it takes a few days, months, or even years (and in my case it was years), distance, and greater life perspective to see the error of your ways. I am humbled. I am not the invincible person I so often portray. I got real life confused with this horrible script I chose to live out every single day and somehow the two became indistinguishable. I morphed into an entity that was completely unrepresentative of who I really was, my morals, and values. I ruined some of the best relationships I've ever had, I hurt people I care about, and I hurt people that I didn't even realize cared.

Now I care. I was always told to have no regrets, so I cannot say that I do, but I am sorry. Sorry for the person I was. Sorry for the things I said. Sorry for the way I behaved. Sorry to all those I knowingly and inadvertently hurt. Sorry for who I became. Sorry for all the negative energy I put into the world not only because it will come back on me but because it harmed others. But sorry isn't enough. I apologize. Sincerely and remorsefully apologize, and with an apology must come new actions.

Now it's time for real change.

My outward persona didn't match the person I believed I was on the inside. But now it's high time that they do. But words are just words. I'm done writing, blogging, and talking for now. I'm going to let my actions speak for themselves.

Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week

Soooo Chris Brown has finally made a statement about his assault of none other than Robyn "Rihanna" Fenty, and I just want to go on record and say I don't buy it for one second. I'm sorry but to me this seems like a feeble attempt to save a tanking career not a true, heart felt apology. And how is he in any position to tell someone that he is worthy of the title role model. I laughed out loud, from a good healthy place. HItting a woman no matter the situation is not now nor is it ever ACCEPTABLE. He can take this cue card apology back to where ever it came from. In the words of B. Scott, Bitch. Boo. Bye. Never Fab.

Love Vs. Money

This one is bound to bring controversy but I just gotta say it. So recently I've been listening to The Dream Love Vs. Money Album specifically the tracks Love Vs. Money and Love Vs. Money 2. It has really made me think about motives and the nature of relationships between men and women. For most it is a war of the worlds. There is an innate desire to be financially stable as well as to be loved. A woman who uses money as a defining criteria within a relationship is automatically given the title gold digger, and I can't say this is necessarily fair. As a woman, I want to feel as though the man I'm with can take care of me even though I don't necessarily need him to. The ability to do so if need be is the security that I know some women seek. Now please don't get it twisted. I CAN provide for myself. Ms. Independent, She got her own, and all that good stuff, BUT I still need someone that's doing the same or even better than me because if I settle for a man who isn't in pursuit of success and financial gains we don't want the same things. I'm trying to do better and better in my life and I just need someone who's doing the same and I hate to be blunt but the ambitious, hard-working, driven type of man usually ain't the broke one. I'm just sayin. Don't get me wrong...money and success should never be the grounds upon which we base a relationship, but it doesn't make you a gold digger if it's factored into the decision. Dream's song addresses another issue: the fact that love didn't exist in a relationship and someone attempts to fix the problem with money. That's a much bigger issue. But just because a woman seeks a man with financial stability does not make her a gold digger...It makes her smart.

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Sooooooo Not Fabulous Moment of the Week

Soulja Boy on MTV Cribs that aired last Saturday, is more foolishness than I can really tolerate.
The ignorance begins when he shows his Gucci sheets and Louis Vuitton Rug and price drops on every item including all the outlandish jewelry. Why is this young man wearing my college tuition on a day to day basis?!!?!?! He is a prime example of why black people don't have anything substantial in life. I've said it before, and I will say it until we start to get it: As a people, we must do better. It is no longer an option but a necessity!