So I am on this major journey at the moment. Growing, changing, learning about me. Most of all, learning to love myself and be true to myself. That is having a huge effect on life and the people around me, some good, some not so great, but either way, it's time. I had this revelation this morning, that most of the things that I see as problems in my life, most of the times I am unhappy, hurt or disappointed, are because I have failed myself. I have never truly loved myself just for me. I struggle to see why my husband loves me, why my friends love me and I realised that's because I have never really loved me. My whole life, I've been a people pleaser. I hate to think how many hours I have wasted worrying what people think of me and if I think it's not positive, what I can do to make them like me. When I became a mum, that role slipped a little, because all of a sudden there were these little people who came above everyone else. Unfortunately it didn't change my p...
Sorry once again for a lack of posts etc. Today I want to do something I am told you should never do when blogging, which is stray from my chosen theme. I want to talk about being a Mum and a woman. I watched a short film this morning about how we see ourselves versus how others see us. It was really moving and kind of sad. They had a police sketch artist drawing women based on how they described themselves, then had the artist draw them based on someone elses description, without the artist having seen the subject themselves at all. In each case, the drawings were quite different and as you would probably guess, much more attractive in the eyes of the viewer than the self description. It made me wonder, do men do this too? I remember as a teenager, being convinced that I was so fat and ugly and not at all up to my peers. I missed years of childhood doubting myself and failing to see the beauty in me. Now as a nearly 35year old mum of two, I look back at photos of those years and ...