Thursday, August 6, 2009

In which I reference an embarrassing amount of pop music.

After I laid out a self-deprecating zinger the other night, my buddy seriously questioned my level of self-esteem. I laughed it off because, hey, I babble incoherently on the internets all about me, me, me and—and this is the kicker—I actually think people will be interested in what I have to say. I have deluded myself into thinking you’re all out there in web-land hanging onto my every word.
Me? Self-esteem issues? Don’t be ridiculous.
But as much as I claim to be happy with myself, I have sometimes wondered, "Am I really good enough? Do I truly measure up?" And, folks, up until a couple days ago I probably couldn’t give you a straight answer. (Mostly because I really dislike talking about my feelings so if you’d asked me, I would’ve dodged the question and cracked a joke. ‘Cause that’s how I roll.) But Tuesday morning was my epiphany.
There I was jumping on my bed before work, singing Kelly Clarkson, and I finally got it. Finally understood. My grand realization:
I AM FABULOUS
Seriously. At the risk of sounding horribly arrogant I just have to say, guys, I am awesome. I think I have a really great attitude and I'm fun and I'm smart and I'm a little bit pretty and I'm generally a nice person and, dang it, I'm just fabulous!*
And you know what else? The people who've hurt me don't matter. Ya heard that? YOU DON'T MATTER TO ME ANYMORE. You can never make me feel worthless ever again. You can never hurt me again. Because I don't deserve that. I deserve something better than what you were offering me. I deserve better than you. So suck. on. that.
So that's why, in the throws of self-actualization, I was standing on my bed in the middle of last night in boxers and a tank top making this out of my bedroom wall . . .
. . . and listening to this song.
I'm telling ya, you've got to get on the Empowerment Train. It's a helluva ride.


*Also, I have cellulite. And I'm flighty and irresponsible. And often quite snarky. But I'm still fabulous.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think your love of that Cher song shows how un-fabulous you really are!! I mean, couldn't she have used a computer other than a Comadore 64? Next time pick a video from this century.

I am kidding!!! Your funny!!!

Anonymous said...

You are more than a little bit pretty.




I really wish you knew that.

Lauren said...

You are fabulous and don't let others bring you down from the high! You and I will find our future, it's waiting for us!

KIM IS AWESOME!!!!

Brooke said...

Oh, Kimmy McKimmerton. You, my dear, are something else and fabulous indeed. Thanks for sharing that fabulousness with a lame like me around you. I like who you are, too.

Archie said...

You Rock, but you already knew that!

fancy nancy said...

girl--you are more right than you know. fabulous indeed.

Dale Kemp said...

I think you are fabulous. I have to admit that I check here daily so that I can read every word you have written.

Olsen Family said...

Definitely fabulous and any one who has worked with you would never call you flighty or irresponsible and embarrassing as it is I am not sure what snarky is...

Anonymous said...

What a bunch of kiss ups. I guess if you forget your "fabulous", they will remind you.

Sherrie said...

Hey, Anonymous, be nice to my girl OR ELSE!

Signed,

Kim's Mom

Lauren said...

Sounds like Mr Anonymous is a little cranky due to the fact that no one is telling them that they are fabulous.

Jealousy has an ugly face.

Anonymous said...

Dang you Lauren, you found me out..........

Everyone hates me, no one likes me, I guess I will go eat dirt!!

I was joking people.....

megan kinney said...

kim! you are one of the most amazing people ever. EVER! i miss the heck out of you!