So, we are 20 days into the new year and it’s normally at this point that my new years resolutions start to wane. This year it was about a healthy mind, body and spirit. Which everyone knows is just code for ‘I want to look hot in my swimwear’. I have enlisted the help of a trainer to push me on those days when all I really want to do is sleep in, there she is knocking on the door telling me to go for my warm up jog. We have a love hate relationship, although some times its more like a hate hate relationship.
As women, we are so hard on ourselves – We go in search of the perfect body, hair, skin, clothes and only to fall short. Of course we are going to fall short, we don’t have access to Vogue’s wardrobe department, makeup artists, celebrity hairdressers or air brushing techniques. In an industry that is so vain, it is easy to get caught up in a downward spiral of self loathing, made even harder when you a 30-something working mum smashed in amongst a sea of young, childless beauties.
But here is the reality… I AM 30-something, I have children… which leads to grey hairs and a face that is full of little worry wrinkles. I do exercise and eat right, but I love food. I am not a size 0, nor do I think I ever will be. I love food (did I mention that?) . I have a butt. I have a large (not toned) Kardashian-esque butt. I have cellulite. I have not had surgery. My lips, my (saggy) boobs and my bum are all my own. But don’t get me wrong, I don’t oppose surgery for said lips, (saggy) boobs and bum, but for now I am an original. Faltered and flawed. And I have to be okay with that. I want to be okay with that.
So the plan for 2015 was a little less loathing and a little more loving. How is it working out? Well… on my second walk of the day I was discussing lip fillers so it may still take a little longer for the loving part…But I am working on it.
Until next time…