Just for today, it's OK to accept my inner-fabulousness. In the past (my childhood) fabulousness was not allowed. Alcoholic/dysfunctional families feel an aversion to it because personality traits get displaced, people assume roles, and only one person is allowed to be fabulous, most often the dysfunctional parent. As a result, if I did something fabulous I put myself at risk of either being reamed and ripped a new butt hole, or my fabulousness was taken to mean something about everyone else. Today I know that while I have fabulous, incredible, gorgeous friends, some of whom are famous, their success says nothing about me personally, except that I am smart and wise enough to choose each of them as a friend. I can't take their fabulousness and make it my own, but I can know that...I'm fabulous, too...and that's good to know.