Good morning y’all!! Welcome toooo…THE HOLIDAYS ARE OVER! Truly, it’s been a blast Ms. Holidaze, BUT I’m afraid it’s time for you to hit the snowy trails back to the North Pole. No snowy trails here, though-it was 70 degrees yesterday…70 degrees…IN JANUARY!! Wowzers, that’s just crazy talk!! Hope y’all had a whirlwind of a break with lots of everything and by everything I mean, good food, wine, chocolate, chocolate, chocolate…Is there an echo in here? Well, yes, I even ate some scrumptious vegan chocolate myself yesterday aaaand… it tasted, well, very healthy; although yes, quite scrumptious, too. I have to say, I’m lovin’ my new vegan lifestyle. It’s been over a month now!! I don’t know, I’m feelin’ pretty proud of myself, that I took this giant step, actually, more like giant leap across a monstrous mountain into the fabulous world of veganism. It definitely takes courage. I like being courageous.
TELL ME, WHAT GIVES YOU COURAGE??? HAVE YOU BEEN COURAGEOUS LATELY??? PLEASE SHARE!!
Back to the title, though! I’ve always been called Barbie (especially in college and beyond), but admittingly, have never embraced it as a true nickname. It’s fine, though. It’s just another (semi- meaningless) word to me. When I’m called Barbie, I look up and smile of course, but it’s not something that I take at face value. I know I’m nothing like Barbie; although, I do loooove PINK!!!
My point is simple. When people call me Barbie, I feel like a sham. Weird, I know; nonetheless, true. I feel like a sham because I’m NOT perfect. I’m beautifully flawed and actually, I love that! Who wants to be perfect? Our imperfections are what makes us so cool and utterly unique. Utterly unique vs. Perfect?? Which would YOU choose? Besides,
I DON’T have the smallest nose.
I DON’T have the biggest boobs.
I DON’T have the most manageable hair.
I DON’T have flawless skin.
I HAVE scars.
I HAVE insecurities.
I HAVE weaknesses.
Utterly unique vs. Perfect???? Um, I’ll take the former please!!
I don’t want to study my Barbie etiquette.
I don’t want to be a human Barbie.
I don’t want to be anatomically impossible.
I have to admit, though, I did buy the most adorable Barbie sweatshirt over break! Sorry, just can’t resist the whole vintage/pink charade. I’m in on the vin(tage). Seriously, I’m such a vintage soul.
Whatcha think? Are you in on the vin? Are you obsessed with Barbie? Don’t get me wrong, Barbie stuff is totally cutie pie, but I just don’t wanna be plastic!! Sorry, Mean Girls, love ya, but I don’t!
Have a gorgeous Monday everyone!! By the way, hit over 13 hours of exercise last week. Oh yeah baby! Until next time…LOVE YA!!!