In Don’t Fear Your Fab(ulous), I talk about the lies I told myself for YEARS. As in, decades. I’m not ashamed to admit that I spoke unthinkable lies over myself. Some of these lies were spoken over me and some I just perpetuated.
The only way I could successfully move past these lies and start flourishing in the glittery fabulousness that I knew I possessed was to get real with myself. I had to do a lot of work unpacking the boxes of lies and life events that I hadn’t processed correctly out of my mental closet space. I had to cry. I had to journal. I had to talk it out with my girls. I had to be honest, which is something I hadn’t been with myself in decades. Dang it – I just admitted to you that I have been living like this for at least 20 years. If that is the case, I must have started packing away these lies when I was about 3 years old. ::Inset bad age joke here::
Ladies…who cares how old you are? Who cares how long it has taken you to accumulate these lies? Who cares how long it will take you to process them? Let me tell you a secret – YOU.
You are the only one who cares.
Literally no one else cares how long it takes you to handle your business. This is true because they all have the exact same “business” to handle. So instead of being ashamed at your age – scream it proudly and don’t be surprised if someone says, “Really? Dang, you look amazing!” Instead of being ashamed that you lived in lies for decades – shout it out and don’t be surprised if someone says “Wow – you are awesome. You are an overcomer. I want to be just like you when I grow up.” Instead of being embarrassed at how long this process takes – shout it out because you will more than likely just get immensely supported in the process. And if someone does try to talk smack to you about your “business”, kindly and lovingly remind them to look in the mirror and that you will love them and support them as they venture down the path to handling their own junk.
So – stop fearing your fab. For real.
Every one of us has junk. Everyone of us has “business” to handle. Wouldn’t it be so powerful if we lived in a world where we took the time to put our junk to the curb where it belonged so we could go help a sister who needs help kicking her crap out? Now that is where I want to be.
I want to be the woman who has been through the storm. I want to be the woman who collected all the wreckage after the storm and placed it in neatly organized boxes deep inside of her. I want to be the woman who lived like they were glitter and sparkles but on the inside felt dark and twisty. I want to be the woman who then took a real hard look at the lies she was telling herself and knew that she needed to make a change. I want to be the woman who knew it was now or never.
I want to be the woman who sought the help of outlets such as journaling, prayer and the scripture. I want to be the woman who sought wise counsel from trusted friends. I want to be the woman who unpacked all the damage she had so neatly wrapped up and tucked away to rot and fester. I want to be the woman who took out the trash and kicked it to the curb and out of her life. I want to be the woman who embraced just exactly who she was created to be, flaws and all.
I want to be the woman who doesn’t fear her fab. And I want to be the woman who will hug you, tell you that it’s ok.
Then I want to be the woman who smacks you and tells you that you are BETTER than this.
