Hello, My Name Is... Fabulous

Leave it to Sex and the City to capture my life at the moment in a 30-minute episode.

The Reader's Digest version of the episode might go something like this:

Carrie runs into Natasha, who recently married Big, Carrie's ex.

Charlotte is self-conscious about herself, exclaiming how she hates her thighs.

Carrie plans on attending a function that Natasha is hosting, all the while planning on looking absolutely fabulous.

Charlotte tells Carrie how wonderful she is, and that she doesn't have to spend thousands on a dress and shoes to look good for Natasha.

Dressing to impress, and compliments... A Gay's favorite things.


As many know, I am the kind of person that could spend hours picking out an outfit and getting ready. All in an effort to look great. Not all that different from Carrie. Nic can verify this, as I have this conversation with him before Tracks every week. Especially the past few weeks.

"I would prefer to look amazing, but not like I'm trying amazing, just... effortlessly striking." -Carrie to Samantha

Why do we feel as though we have to spend so much extra time primping, just so that we can impress a certain someone?


Even through her own self-conscious crisis, Charlotte manages to throw a few words of praise in Carrie's direction. Not all that different from Momma throwing some words of praise my way.

"You are stunning and intelligent and funny... You could go to that luncheon* wearing what you're wearing right now, and still be the most incredible woman in the room." -Charlotte to Carrie

Why is it so easy for us to dish out the praise to others, yet so hard for us to dish it out to ourselves?


*The use of the word luncheon was not of my own volition. I felt as though I must properly quote Charlotte. Nic, I expect a comment.

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