Class and Perfection

“I’m one hell of a classy broad and don’t you forget it!”


One of my favourite lines stolen from Midnight Cowboy. An aging call girl is furious when the young male prostitute thinks he’s the one with a client.

Of course, yelling in someone’s face that you are a classy broad more or less proves you have no class at all. But yelling it out loud to yourself is a positive affirmance and guaranteed to put a smile on your face. Go ahead, roll back your shoulders three times, get in a place with good acoustics and yell out it loud.

“I’m one hell of a classy broad and don’t you forget it!”

Repeat several times. Feels good, eh? It’s empowering.

The ‘other’ prompt reminds me of when I was first learning how to tell myself I was ALRIGHT.  If you read my blog regularly you may have heard this story, it’s one of those pivotal moments in my life.

After losing my marriage, job and home I was miserable and depressed. It felt like a dark hole I couldn’t crawl out of.  My sister suggested we try Zumba at the local YMCA to see what it was like. I love to dance but hadn’t danced in years. My ex didn’t dance so neither did I.  After years of mental and emotional abuse, I felt like an empty shell of a person.

Back at Zumba; I’m starting to move around and it feels good. Shakira sings; “oh, baby, when you talk like that, you make a women go mad.” I start to chuckle. My lips crack open and a smile started.

I’m shaking my hips and singing “Baby, don’t you see that this is perfection?”

When I went home that night, I thought, “I feel good!”  It was a revelation!  I realized I hadn’t felt good in a very long time.

I still have to reprimand myself when I let those negative voices get in my head. I usually start with;

“There’s nothing wrong with you!”

Then I go on to remind myself on how far I’ve come since those dark days.

“I’m one hell of a classy broad and this is perfection!”