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

Lose Some Weight

I friend of mine recently asked me, "do you ever feel like you speak and no one understands what you say?" Stopping to think, I acknowledge the fact that this is not only my reality, but also the reality of many others. To speak and to be misunderstood and misinterpreted is more common that we think or believe. The primary factor in the breakdown of most relationships, whether they are romantic or platonic, communication failure. We all have baggage, and to every relationship we bring this excess weight composed of our preconceived notions, personal experiences, biases and prejudices. We carry every hurt, every tear, every memory; after a relationship we grab our suitcases pack all of them to capacity. Overflowing with pain, long-suffering, hate, disdain, and confusion, we travel to the next with all these feelings and ideas in tow. These personal biases and preconceived notions create the gap between reality and perception causing us to fail at communicating what is real. Most of all we fail at communication because we are deeply afraid of what we really have to say and what we really feel. Fear. It's debilitating. It's paralyzing. We live in fear of being truly happy. We are scared to relinquish all drama from our lives, so we consciously and unconsciously sabotage all we come in contact with. Some are afraid that without the drama they will become bored or less than entertained, but their lives are so mundane that they need that unnecessary drama to fill a void. A void that should be filled by purpose or service to others, and we will do what ever is necessary to insure that the drama exists. As humans, we are peaty, weak and peaty. We attack and viciously tear down those who have seemingly transcended the triviality that is life and adolescence. These people are parasites, or leeches if you will. They thrive on the livelihood of others, and they have the potential to suck the life from each of us it we let them. Because they are too weak or too lazy to leap over their own stumbling blocks they lie down and become stumbling blocks for others, making life that much harder. If you cannot relate or this doesn't apply to your life, I commend you, but for the other 99% of us something must be done. We must lose some weight (and I do not mean in the dieting and treadmill way). The emotional luggage that is over-stuffed and being dragged from place to place with us must be purged. We have to throw out those things that are not conducive to us becoming our personal best. We need to reevaluate all the things we carry. It is necessary to take a moment to reflect, unpack our bags, and review all we have inside. An emotional check up if you will. I am not suggesting that we ever forget those people, places, and experiences that made us who we are, but we must reconcile who we were at those various points with the people we want to be now. If they don't match, we've got work to do. Cleaning up our emotional state is not a one-day thing; it is an ongoing process that must be remembered for the sake of mental health. By allowing old pain and old hurt to come along with you to future relationships, it leaves room for those old feelings to adversely affect the new you. So learn from your past, leave all excess weight in the present, and wisely choose what you desire to carry into the future.

Where do broken hearts go??

Quite a few years ago Whitney Houston raised a question that has plagued me for sometime now; where do broken hearts go? I know for a fact that they certainly do not melt away. They are not magically made whole again by another relationship or becoming the object of another's affection. They are not mended with love songs and Ben & Jerry's. And most importantly they cannot be repaired with the manifestation of emotion through sex. Believe me, I speak from experience. Having tried all of the above to no avail. Its like putting a band-aid on a gun shot. These remedies that society, our friends, and our peers tell us that should cure whatever love ailment we have are lies. Blatant and misleading, they are superficial antidotes that really do nothing but leave us living in self-doubt and a relentless pity. We choose to believe a broken heart is like a puzzle that can be simply and perfectly placed back together when it is more like a torn ACL, that takes ages to heal and is never quite as good before. Once it is broken, ones heart is never quite the same. You can never feel as much, never give as much: point blank you will never love the same. Its a difficult concept to grasp, especially while in the crux of the situation. Emotional and subjective a broken heart can be the worst type of pain and one that no pain killer can alleviate. While this may seem clouded with doom and personal recollection, I do have a point; while having your heart broken is painful and lingering, each day it hurts a little less, and the pain becomes manageable. I will not lie and say it goes away because honestly I do not believe that it ever completely does, but it will lessen. But you will relapse. You will hear that song (or songs in my case--a whole iTunes playlist worth) that remind you of him or her. You will pass that movie theater where you went on your first date. You will remember the exact booth you sat in at your first dinner together. You will smell a scent that takes you directly back to the moment when you laid together in perfect peace feeling like you were the only two people in the world. You will remember the touch that sent chills through your body. You will reminisce. You will think of what could have been, what should have been, and you will hold on to the fleeting desire of what still could be. Sadness is inevitable. Remorse is customary. But we must lean into this discomfort and fight through the low moments because they are necessary evils. Sufrir es crecer meaning to suffer is to grow. There is a purpose in the pain. So where do broken hearts go? Honestly, no where. They remain with us forever, and they carry important life lessons that make us stronger and able to withstand much. Just know they never go away: with time what was unbearable becomes more acquiescent.

Whew!!

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so eventually you learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can come together.
-Marilyn Monroe

Everyone and everything serves a purpose in this life. I am learning that it is our struggles, not just our victories that makes us who we are. The most beautiful diamonds are made from the massive amounts of pressure that is placed upon them, so what does that make me? Being constantly misunderstood and misinterpreted, having those I thought were real show the depths of their fakeness and constantly being made only an option for those I incessantly made a priority. Well I must be an eight carat flawless ideal cut. It's worth it, and I have no regrets. No remorse. I guess my Kanye is kicking in, what doesn't kill me will make me stronger. To be less than a month from twenty, I have seen and experienced a lot. More than I want to speak. More than I want to admit. So I have learned to expect to be misunderstood, to assume I will be misinterpreted, to ignore the negativity constantly thrust upon me. Easier said than done. Sometimes the weight of the opinion and feelings of others can become heavy. Heavy and seemingly unbearable, but I think about becoming that diamond. So my exterior has become hardened to the visible eye, but really I'm indifferent. That is the only way to survive. So many "good" or things I thought were good have fallen apart, but I know the real good things, the things of God, ordained by God are in my future.

Disappointment

Life is full of disappointments. As of lately I've been so disappointed, but now I'm done with them because I will no longer be setting expectations.

Randomness

....I just have to get out of here...move forward and not look back..

I have decided I'm inherently flawed...this is just sort of stream of consciousness

There comes a point in your life when you realize who cares, who never did, and who always will. Don't dwell on people from your past that have caused you pain, there is a reason they didn't make it to your future...good stuff...I think I'm at this point

"drowning past regrets in tea and cigarettes" good quote, good song

No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone
....Hov knows what he is taking about

Regrets

I am learning to live with regret: a noun meaning to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.). I have always been they type of person who did not believe in regrets or remorse. My mantra was live life to the fullest and do whatever you please but now, as I mature I see that living life to the fullest doesn't mean employing reckless abandon; it means being the person you want to be. For me that would be a person with class, dignity, couth, refinement, polish, poise, and impeccable fashion sense. Now I see that I was never the person I thought I was or what I wanted to be. So consumed in what other people thought of me I and thought I should be, I lost sight of my goals. Now I reflect. A very smart person once said, "Life is choice driven. We live and die by the choices we make." So I know that my choices have shaped the shell of a person I have become.

Gettin some things off my chest

this started as a letter then evolved into a poem then finally a way to vent and to say things I've always wanted to...


See I’m glad you think I’m sexy, but I need the one who thinks I’m beautiful

It was fun while it lasted, but I’m looking for something lasting

I wanted you since I first saw you the focus of all my passion

See I lay down beside you and there we made one

I gave you the one thing that was designated for my husband,

no condom, no drama, just fun

but in my heart I wanted commitment

thinking you could learn to love me the way I loved you

In your mind I was physically desired so we made it do what it do

See I was ok with being the main girl, now I need to be the only

In my mind such infatuation cause me to forget my goals

My morals, my values my beliefs just to be the one you’d hold

Every single night

I didn’t understand the magnitude and weight of my decisions

Blinded by…

I don’t want to be good for you when you on the verge of your peek

I want to be the perfect match fulfill every qualification you seek

I was even on my stupid, ghetto girl shit

Thinking I wanted your kid I thought that would make you say and want me all over again

I want you to think I’m beautiful but I can’t change that now

I gave you all of me

I’m pleased you like my stilettos and short dresses, but you should appreciate my sweats and uggs

This is harder for me than you will ever know because I just can’t let you in

I can’t allow myself to be publicly caught up so my embarrassment is held within

I gave up the best thing I had cause I thought I would get you

But you never said you wanted me as your girl I should have followed every clue

Now I’m really confused, you’re with some other girl

Your girlfriend, wifey

She’s in my spot, my place, my position

Playing my role but

I know everything she lacks I have

I’m everything you miss: all you could have had

I wanted to tell you but the words I could never quite verbalize

Sentences I couldn’t articulate so my emotions wore a disguise

Veiled in immaturity, cloaked in a suit of armor

My heart stupidly avoided all you could have offered

I treated you like just one of those things

So we could get it in

pretending like I hated strings

And things

That lead to something more

More than what we had, more than what we were

More, more I couldn’t give you

Now I sit

You consume all of me I see you in my dreams

Activating every sense

Your touch gently in places that I yearn for it to be again

your breath softly caressing the nape of my neck

but then I snap back to reality

from my fantasy,

my dream

I will never be over it

But, for now, I’m good

And wishing you all the happiness in the world…