Call me a naive little minx, but it has only recently come to my attention that our community connects fabulousness with wealth. Rumors such as this are dangerous and soul-crushing, tempting me to withdraw from this cruel, cold world and instead live my life within a protective Factory Girl bubble. Being fabulous has nothing to do with having a full bank account; in fact, some of the most fresh personalities I know happen to be the most broke. As the late Oscar Wilde once wisely said: “Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.” (I highly recommend smugly repeating this quote when justifying a reckless purchase)
Okay, so maybe you’re finding yourself in a bit of financial crisis (like me), and you’ve been brainwashed into thinking you must retire your fierce lifestyle in order to make ends meet. I get it — I used to feel the same way! However, this is absolutely NOT the truth. Being fabulous is a quality that comes from deep within, and suppressing this essential part of oneself is just plain unhealthy.
I, Factory Girl, have more than a decade (a lady never reveals her age) under my belt of experience in living a pretty fierce lifestyle with a perpetually bleak bank account. I’m here today to help show you how it’s entirely possible to live large and in charge, regardless of your economic situation. My intentions are pure and for the greater good of society, for I’ve grown weary of seeing so many electric people blow their fuse when stuffing down their inner fabulous child.
Remember, money can buy you a lot of things; trips, planes, a plethora of Chanel purses, a house and sometimes a few pretty “friends.” But money can never buy you fabulousness (or class for that matter). Living the fabulous, chic life takes creativity above anything. Which is why I wrangled my favorite broke b*tich in crime, Eduardo Anaya, and made this little video. I’m ready to see all my budgeted brothers and sisters out there living their lives, fully and fiercely!
A breakup can really throw a person off kilter. When you’re used to having a partner to help you combat this cruel, cold world, it’s massively devastating to suddenly wake up vulnerable and alone. Clenching your jaw and clutching your pillow only serves as a brutal reminder of how alone and pathetic your life has become. You feel as if you’re a raw open wound that anything can creep into and infect. You sob and sing (simultaneously) in your car, whilst blasting high-school music, you heavily drink on an empty stomach, you numb-out, wake up in stranger’s beds, have a VERY short-fuse and insist on rocking your most ratchet outfits to social events (you might even find yourself closing down Smoking Joe’s seven nights per week, mascara streaming down your face and into your whiskey).
I know all of this from my loaded (and quite questionable) past. Factory Girl is a highly emotional, dramatic being (shocker!) who has LIVED (I should have an honorary master’s degree in living, really). In my 27 years, I’ve experienced a (large) handful of passionate relationships that have culminated in fiery breakups (it’s always highs and lows over here — we don’t understand the whole “balanced” business).
Through my trials and tribulations, I’ve learned a very important lesson that I will be selfless enough to share with the masses (at no charge, because despite popular opinion, I’m super kind): When you’re in a breakup, you’re actually in a very powerful place. Your world needs to come crashing down into a million shards of glass in order for you to pick up the pieces and rebuild your life the way you want it, as an individual. Now is the time to do whatever you want. One of the glorious parts of being in extreme pain is the case of the “eff its” that come with it. Your world is broken, so who cares what anyone else thinks? Now is the time to cut your hair, speak your mind, take an improv class, take a career risk, get a tattoo, skinny dip, tell off someone you don’t care for, have a stiff drink and truly think for yourself. And that’s a powerful place to be. So screw relationships; you’re much more interesting (and chic) as a wild individual than an uptight Stepford wife who has to go home at 10 p.m.