With so many people talking about body confidence and how we need to change people’s perception of the perfect body, I can’t help but grit my teeth.
It seems more often than not people are using the term ‘real women’ but only applying it to those size 14 women who still seem to have this amazing flat stomach and pretty face. It’s like we are creating a different aspiration but it’s still going to be unattainable for some people.
It leaves me feeling just as shitty as when I look at all these Victoria Secret models. I find myself looking at these girls that weigh more than me and yet look better and I literally don’t know what to do. It means weight loss isn’t really the answer.
Im not saying there aren’t positives from us talking about body confidence because obviously its important and I really hope that it will make a massive difference to the younger generations but I cant help but feel its lost on me. I have it so ingrained in my brain that I won’t look nice unless I’m skinny. Yet I can see beauty in other women of any size. Its like I just can’t be nice to myself.
We all know that social media has the ability to make us feel either on top of the world, like we don’t want to climb out of bed or like the school child who is last to be picked for the team. I however don’t feel pressure from social media. I follow accounts that inspire me to look at myself and find happiness with what I have such as the wonderful Kelly from Love Yourself Lean. Im sat here saying it isn’t working for me though. (I am trying Kelly)
I miss the days when I actually felt sexy and confident. The more we move through January the clearer it is to me that the goals I set for myself only a few weeks ago are all the wrong ones. I can see myself sat down in December writing the exact same list for 2018.
I watched a program talking about weight issues a few days ago and the very clever man said something that has stuck with me. We are the only animal that needs to snack and we feel like being hungry is a bad thing. We don’t see lions grazing on little mice while they are waiting for their zebra lunch. *eats granola mumbling ‘I ain’t no lion sugar tits’
Id love to sit here and write down the answers but I don’t have them. I know all the right words to say but if I don’t believe them what would be the point. The one thing I do know is that you have to have the intention to make things better. For me that always starts with shopping. Whether it be to buy an amazing cookbook or an amazing outfit, ORif you’re actually mental… workout wear. (Im not there yet, I’m still very much in the exercise is too risky camp)
So my superficial problem solving technique. Shopping. Some pick me ups and self love buys.
I have got into such a rut with lingerie and it definitely screams ‘Im a mum’ rather than ‘Im miss sassy pants’ So here is some of my favourites at the moment.
I have just had my acrylic nails removed, in the spirit of being self employed now and trying to cut costs. So now I am trying to pamper my hands as much as possible. I have been using this Jurlique hand cream and its incredible. I have been keeping it in my handbag and applying twice a day (or more if I remember) and I have managed to avoid that horrible breaking stage after removing false nails. If you are a new shopper to Feel Unique you can get 15% off by shopping with my link here. Good hands and painted nails make a massive difference to how I feel about myself. It can turn a day around and make it seem like I’ve got my shit together.
Through gritted teeth I also will be buying myself some new bath bombs. I say this because it bugs me that we have to class having a bath as ‘me time’. Yet when you have children sometimes this is the only alone time we have. That should have been my first New Years resolution. Alone time!
Funny how just by writing this down I feel like I need to really get down to the route of my body issues and make changes. I don’t want to look back and think ‘Look how lovely you were why didn’t you see it’