As women we are great at denial. We have perfected the art of being a martre.
We say we can’t, because we don’t have time/. And we don’t have time because we are too busy taking care of everyone else.
We say we don’t have money, because we spend it all on our kids, house, the car, the our family, and we can’t forget the bills.
We say we don’t have the energy, because none one in our lives gives us a break.
The truth is, we are in massive denial.
Story Time: I was in denial about my own selfcare. This included everything from losing weight, to my frumpy wardrobe, to fixing my tight bun in hair I wore every day and face devoid of make up or even a consistent skin care regime. Sad, and true. I had an out of shape “mom-bod” and the wardrobe to match. I’d become artful at hiding – bun to the baggy jeans and sweats, most of what I wore was grey or black, including my hair scrunchies! I told myself I was “content” being a mom. Cue eye roll . . . it’s ok.
Then one day my daughter – she was about 2 – climbed up a flight of stairs to her room and followed. I got winded and had to sit down at the top on the landing. I couldn’t believe it. I was in my mid-30’s. I was young and vibrant, living like I was 75.
It reminded me of when I was a kid. I loved teen romance novels – hey don’t judge me. In this one story the young teen finally makes friends at a new school and is invited to a slumber party. She overhears the girls talking about her mom and how overweight she was. Now, I’m being kind as I retell this story. These teens were merciless. It made me think of my daughter. If I didn’t get myself together, I was going to be that mother, taking her kid to slumber parties, hiding in the car so I don’t embarrass my daughter.
I had to face the truth.
I’d let myself go.
After my daughter was born her dad and I separated. And, like her dad, I’d lost any interest in myself as a woman. No I don’t blame him. If I wasn’t interested in me as a woman, why would any man be?
I know what you are thinking . . . He was my husband . . . til death do us part and all that, but you can’t ask someone for validation you are unwilling or can’t give to yourself. It’s not his job to make me interested in taking care of myself, in living an interesting life, in wanting to look and feel beautiful for myself. That’s my job. And, basically, I’d quit.
It was time to stop denying that I felt ok, and I looked ok start deciding be ok. Start telling myself the truth.
I needed to lose weight. Not just for vanity reasons, I was short of breath, tired, and at risk for hypertension and diabetes. I was tired of feeling and looking like a hot mess. I was tired of not feeling confident about who I was and what I had to offer.
I stopped denying and started deciding.
I decided to make time, and actually take the time for me.
I decided to work out instead of watch tv.
I decided to get new clothes and stop hiding behind black shapeless clothing draped across my body.
I decided to learn how to apply make up, bought some and actually wear it, daily.
I decided to get a nutritionist.
I decided to reinvent and reclaim my femininity, starting with loving myself enough to stop denying what was right in front of me.
Me.

Self-care is self-love. Choosing yourself is selfcare.
When you priorities your care, you treat yourself well, you live well, and you feel good. Your confidence soars; your lifestyle improves; your relationships are enjoyable. The world reflects back to you how you how you feel about yourself, the love and care you have for yourself.
When you deny yourself, the world will deny you too.
Stop denying yourself. Empower yourself, with selfcare and self-love, and watch your life turn into the epic adventure, you’ve always wanted it to be.
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