In the past 24 hours, there has been a metric shitload of trolling coming in my direction, all of it telling me that I’m fat and ugly, hideous, gross, and a bunch of other variants on the theme of my appearance. Because *wah wah* I don’t give them a boner.
I mean seriously, as if I care whether some random internet loser gets a boner over me.
I don’t know where they are coming from, or whether they are just one person or several (I think several, if it’s one person they have WAY too much time on their hands!) I actually don’t care whether it is one or it is several. There was probably a Reddit loser party this weekend or something. It doesn’t make a difference to me, trolling sucks no matter who or where it comes from, and anyone who trolls has my contempt.
What I do care about is that there might be others out there on the receiving end of this douchebaggery, and they may not be able to dismiss this kind of hate so easily. I remember what that was like. Where I tried constantly to be what other people wanted me to be. When I cared whether or not complete strangers found me attractive or not. It’s scary and painful and bloody difficult feeling like that.
My lovelies, screw what anyone else thinks about you. Find your inner fabulous. How your fabulous manifests itself might be different to the way mine does, but it’s there. Whether it’s through attitude, or the clothes you love, or the colours you surround yourself with, or how you decorate your house or even the stuff you like to read/watch/listen to… you have fabulous in you. All you have to do is harness it.
I was faffing about with Aviary on Flickr and I made a thing. Because it’s the truth:
I love this dress. It always helps me harness my fabulous. It’s a gorgeous colour, such a fantastic cut and I feel totally comfortable in it. Clothes that I love are my way of expressing my fabulous. It has taken me forever to build up a wardrobe of clothes that truly express who I am, but I now know that I can open my wardrobe and put on a frock and feel it communicates just how fabulous I feel.
How do you harness your fabulous? If you’re struggling with harnessing your fabulous… how would you LIKE to do so?