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Fabulosity (n): 1: a state of everything that is fabulous 2: a quality ascribed to that which expresses glamour, style, charisma, power, and heart
In this empowering book, Kimora—a top model, national media presence, and creator of the multimillion-dollar Baby Phat lifestyle brand—shares her personal secrets of success and fabulosity.
Kimora knows that in today’s ultracompetitive world, it’s not enough for women just to be smart or dress well. The savvy woman must know how to combine feminine glamour with professional power, business ambition with personal values, and confidence with heart. In Kimora’s case, she brilliantly combined the two worlds she knows best—the high fashion and hip-hop scenes—to create Baby Phat.
How do you uncover and develop your own special talents? Kimora shares her step-by-step guide to achieving your wildest dreams, including her 16 laws of success, which cover everything you need to become the woman you want to be.
Whether you’re college-educated or street smart, just starting out or at the top of your game, Fabulosity has something to say to you. Learn how to cultivate Power, Independence, Confidence, and Positivity in everything you do, whether it’s finding Mr. Right, snagging that corner office, or rocking the latest fashion trend. Packed with useful lessons and Kimora’s personal tips, this book is your instruction manual to empowering yourself, turning your individual talents into permanent success, and unleashing your inner fabulosity.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780061742354 |
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| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 11/21/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 272 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
About the Author
Kimora Lee Simmons is the president and creative director of Baby Phat by Kimora Lee Simmons, a lifestyle brand for the glamorous woman who is all things hip-hop and everything fashion. Simmons’s first major fashion job came at thirteen, when she became the muse for the legendary Karl Lagerfeld. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, hip-hop music pioneer Russell Simmons, and their two daughters, Ming Lee and Aoki Lee.
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Fabulosity
What It Is and How to Get ItBy Kimora Simmons
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2006 Kimora SimmonsAll right reserved.
ISBN: 006084339X
Chapter One
law #1
If you're gonna buy
caviar, make it beluga
So this is the jump off. I'm gonna start with the fundamentals: my ground zero for success. I call it the "Grand Aspiration Theory" -- the G.A.T. -- and it's pretty simple. It goes like this.
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High aspirations breed frustration.
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Frustration breeds motivation.
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Motivation pushes you to action -- whether you take tiny baby steps or huge strides.
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Action breeds confidence; you start to feel in control.
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Confidence is cumulative: Once you start acquiring it, you get more and more of it.
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Soon enough, you prove to yourself that you're a star who can surmount any obstacle and achieve whatever you decide you want to achieve with your life. You're on a roll!
And all this because at one point, you let yourself wish you had something that other people told you was way out of reach.
I've always had high aspirations. Even as a small kid, I was never satisfied with the status quo and was deeply competitive with myself: I always wanted to enhance things and make them better, and I pretty much always believed I could. Where this strong opinion of myself came from is hard to say. Partly it was due to my mom. She brought me up on her own in St. Louis, Missouri, and being a first-generation Asian immigrant, she had high expectations for her only child. Partly it came from my absentee dad. Since I didn't see much of my father, I subconsciously turned my insecurity into action and thought, "If I don't take charge of my life, nobody else will." I know all the statistics and what the numbers say about the benefits of a two-parent family, but it's not always the reality -- and I think it's fine either way. Since I was raised by my mother alone, I came out more empowered, not less. From what I saw, women were the center of the world! We are the center of the universe! I had the proof in my mother that a woman can do anything, even though the time, the situation, and everything else may be against her.
I'm a Taurus, which means I am acquisitive and pretty stubborn about doing things my way. So it's not surprising that the clues to my ambition started popping up pretty young in the one arena I had some control over -- style. When I was eight, my mom decided I should attend a Girl Scout summer camp outside St. Louis so that I'd keep busy during the day. She worked for the government as a social security administrator in charge of thirty people, and I normally went to babysitters after school, but summertime required more planning. The Girl Scout set-up was nothing fancy -- just a place where regular kids from town would go by school bus to scamper around the woods and learn how to tie things in knots. But when I heard the words "summer camp," I figured, "I'll do summer camp times ten." Where most kids were outfitted in sensible neutrals and navy-blue shorts, I insisted on a perfect, white-on-white sporting ensemble: a crisp Izod polo shirt, Jordache shorts with stripes on the side, and squeaky clean K-Swiss sneakers. The fact that white clothes require major upkeep when your daily activities include dodgeball and Twister in the grass didn't faze meone bit. If I had to use a toothbrush to keep those sneakers box fresh, so be it. Such was the price for style.
Some would call it picky; I'd call it a natural penchant for Fabulosity and a desire to rise above the rest. Why blend in with the ordinary? Why be happy with the same-old, same-old? If everyone else is rocking beige, it'd be just plain silly not to rock magenta.
My insistence on style at all costs was also a small act of rebellion. Although our house was long on female self-empowerment -- my mom was a self-made woman who always told me, "You can do anything" -- it was short on glamour. There wasn't much cash to throw around on frivolous things like fashion, so naturally that's what I wanted most. It drove my mom nuts because she hated to shop. She'd compromise by taking me to the one-stop shop where they had everything -- from shoelaces to hair bows. Once there, I had to unleash my own meticulous vision and go to major creative extremes to get the most bang for the buck. Since I was pre-pubescent, most of my fashion sense revolved around color, usually purple. (It was a Prince thing, I'm sure). I spent hours picking out the elements to make a complete monochrome ensemble: purple shirt, purple sweater, purple pants; purple socks, purple sneakers, and purple laces. I'd also carefully watch the way my older sister (from my father's previous marriage) put outfits together and use the funky pieces she passed down to me to create my own looks.
As I got more advanced, I developed a two-tone thing. Red and black perfectly alternated from head to toe: red shirt, black vest, red skirt, black tights. I had to match everything to the T, and the distribution of color had to be even. Mom would despair, "Kimora, you don't have to coordinate the exact same shades of red. You can wear a purse that's a different tone of the same shade." But I knew better. To be polished and pulled together, I had to be hooked up. I always remember it because everybody would talk about me -- I guess that's when I made the connection between style and power. (Maybe those rigid dress codes offer a glimpse of my psychology as well: Even today, I need order in all aspects of my life to keep chaos at bay. I'm all about lists, charts, polaroiding my outfits, and doing the numbers three times over.)
Continues...
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