On being fabulous


That’s the very word that comes to mind each time I’ve ever been asked where I want to be in five years, what my dream job would be, and what do I want to achieve in life. I want to be fabulous. That’s all.

Messrs. Merriam and Mr. Webster’s definition is simple – “very good” but then it goes on to state “not real.” What they call the full definition states, “resembling or suggesting a fable.” I beg to differ though. Being fabulous can very much be real, and in the words of Barney Stinson, “challenge accepted.”

See, I have an entirely different interpretation of what fabulous means. My definition? It’s not just about maintaining an “acceptable” image (whatever that means), while keeping it all together while juggling children that take the breath out of you on a daily basis, having a husband that’s away from home more than he is around, and being able to surprise colleagues and friends with little extras that no one else thought of. It’s also not just about keeping your home in an immaculate state despite your children and pets, as well as even a home cooked meal – with only the freshest ingredients available this season – on the table each and every night. Sure, one or all of those may truly be you, but read between the lines and there are always going to be a bunch of poopy diapers; nights of granny panties to deter your husband from groping you because not only do you not have the energy to have sex but you don’t even want to have to put forth the energy to tell him, “not tonight, honey”; and days you’re barely hanging on by a thread only to realize you were in charge of class breakfast and you opt for store bought muffins instead of the homemade kind. But hey, it says organic on the packaging!

It seems we always have an excuse as to why we aren’t as put together as a Stepford wife. It seems to create an insecurity and longing for something that isn’t truly attainable. This is where the “not real” part of the dictionary’s definition rings (falsely) true. No one has it put together so perfectly and precise that there aren’t moments of weakness and we leave a dish (or seven) in the kitchen sink overnight. We all have our own struggles – internal and external. We just prefer to share the good stuff, because we’re afraid of failure and afraid of what people may think of us if they find out that we’ve gone not two but (GASP!) three days without washing our hair and our children may or may not have eaten a cracker off the floor.

But I say we dance around these negative attitudes with our thumbs to our ears and our tongues out, and let our individual fabulous selves shine! Greasy hair? Gotta love a bandana or a straw hat! Summertime and haven’t had time to shave your legs this week (don’t judge me…)? Maxi skirts and dresses are amaze-balls. And there’s never anything a spritz of your favorite perfume and a layer of lip gloss can’t make just a little bit easier to deal with. 

For me, feeling and being fabulous is encouraged by the littlest things from the beauty realm. Lip gloss and big sunglasses. A new bandana in soft hues and gladiator sandals that make you want to hold your hands together and say “Namaste” to the people you pass in the grocery store.

So let’s work on our society’s idea of what being fabulous means. What is your definition of fabulous? What fuels your fabulous self and gives you confidence?


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