Losing weight

We are surrounded by messages about weight loss. These messages push us to shed physical weight off our bodies, but I haven’t seen many ads that focus on losing other types of weight.  These losses can be even more important. Shedding unwanted ideas and thoughts can change the rest of your life.  Shedding self doubt or self hatred can propel you forward to places you never dreamed of going. Shedding unwanted people in your life can be uplifting and freeing. Shedding a negative environment gives a freedom that doesn’t seem to come by losing five pounds of fat from your body, yet the ads we see and the message we receive seems to be that as long as you have lost enough of yourself you will feel better.

In September I will be 40 years old. I spent many years with a fear of numbers. I was scared of my age, scared of my measurements, scared of how little money I made. As I creep closer to 40 I find I am shedding that fear. When I stopped to think about my life I realised that I was often the happiest when I was making the least amount of money and when I weighed more physically. I also realised that my teens were unbearable, my 20s were mediocre, and my 30s were the best decade so far. Following on this path means that my 40s should be amazing. There’s no reason that this larger number should scare me. The media has told me that going into my 40s means I will start to creak when I get up on the morning, that everything will sag a bit and get a bit squishy, that I’ll be tired, and that my fun youthful times are over.

I say bollocks to that! I had my first hip replacement when I was 2 years old. I have always creaked. I had my first child at 21 years old. I have been sagging and tired for nearly half my life! Now that I’m coming into my 40s I have gained so much knowledge about myself and the world around me. I’m comfortable in my own skin, my kids can pretty much take care of themselves, and Mr Westwood and I earn enough to live comfortably and travel. My life is heading in the right direction even if society tells me my numbers are wrong, so I’m going to party in September like it’s 1999, except this time I’ll wear what I want, eat what I want, say what I want, and dance like the whole bloody room is paying to watch me. I’ve mostly shed my fear of numbers and it feels better than losing any amount of physical weight could have.

Being stuck in a negative environment can be claustrophobic. I’ve seen weight loss ads that talk about being stuck in your own body. I’ve never really felt stuck in my body but I have felt stuck in an environment that made me feel so small and unappreciated that I struggled to breathe some days. A negative environment such as a job or a team or even a class can be draining. For me it combines my fear of numbers and toxic people. Staying positive in a negative environment can be downright impossible. In an effort to protect ourselves we often start using negative behaviors like eating our feelings and sleeping to avoid reality. Getting up to go to a job you hate is like putting 100 pounds on your back to go for a run. It feels heavy and weighs us down and can often make us sick. I know a lot of us have felt that Sunday dread knowing that we have to go somewhere that is sucking the life force out of us and turning us into something we’re not. Deciding to walk away can be liberating. I know that not all of us can walk out and I will talk about coping strategies in a few weeks but as we’re talking about shedding weight I want to say that walking out of a toxic environment can change your perspective on everything. Removing that weight from a Sunday and instead taking that time to go for a walk, see friends, or just watch a good movie without the dread hanging over can be joyous. It feels uplifting to know you have removed the weight of that environment and are able to go back to being yourself.  

This dress is no longer available from Trashy Diva, however they do have a similar style here.

It amazes me how much society focuses on losing the physical weight but doesn’t spend a lot of time focusing on losing emotional and mental weights that hold us back from living our lives. What’s one weight you could shed this week to start moving forward with your life? Please let me know in the comments below, through email, facebook, or instagram. I love hearing your stories and hearing about your journeys to self acceptance.


Future thin girl

A few months ago I went to the doctor to explain I was having trouble losing weight. She asked me a life changing question – “why?” She wanted to know why I was trying to lose weight.

I just stared at her for a moment. I was trying to lose weight because that’s what I have always tried to do. I have been trying to lose weight since I was 12 years old. Anytime my body grew above a size 16/18 I tried to lose weight. In my teens I tried to lose weight anytime I wasn’t a size 10. If I wasn’t trying to lose weight I was trying to figure out why I wasn’t happy with my thinness. In my mind thin equals happy. As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to appreciate other assets my body has, like its strength and resilience, but until recently I’d still always assumed that fat was bad and thin was good. In that one moment my doctor put a life long held belief on its head. My doc explained that I have low blood pressure and cholesterol, I don’t seem to be in danger of diabetes, I got regular sleep, I ate balanced healthy meals, I drank enough water, and I exercised. I was doing everything right, so why was I obsessed with what size I wore? I walked away from that appointment a bit dazed and confused. I had spent my whole life thinking about what I would do when I was thin.

What if I was never thin? I had planned my whole life up until that point as a future thin girl. I tried to take in the fact that I might just be a fat, healthy girl for the rest of my life. Could I really just start doing the things I had put off? Deciding that I might never be thin felt partially liberating and partially like I was mourning the loss of a dream. If I was going to let the dream go I needed to understand where it came from in the first place. When I was younger I was skinny. I had a child’s body until I was 12 and I was thin as a rail. At 12 everything changed. I became a 32D seemingly overnight.  Suddenly I had hips and stretch marks. I never minded the stretch marks too much and I found a power in my new feminine body, but also an insecurity.  The first time I needed to buy size 12 jeans and I was horrified! I was 14, and I was sure this meant I was huge. I looked like all my friends, healthy and appropriately sized and shaped but I never felt that way. Since then I’ve yoyoed, and  convinced myself that someday I would go back to being a size 10. I just never thought that size 18 would be my norm–I always thought this size was temporary.

Since my size was temporary I lived my life from one event to the next thinking about when I would lose the weight and when I could allow myself to relax. Upcoming high school reunion? Diet and exercise like a fiend. Christmas season? Relax. I realised that I had lived my life thinking always about the next big event that I would get thin for. Accepting that I could live my life now was difficult but also so freeing. Before I could let go of the idea of not being thin I had to come to grips with why I equate with good and fat with bad. I started to delve into where I got the message that I was not good if I didn’t wear a certain size. I double- and triple-checked with my doctor, read blogs and books (especially Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls by Jes Baker) and even recently saw a documentary called Embrace. I started to study unhealthy skinny people and healthy fat ones. If it isn’t so bad that I am fat, maybe, just maybe, I can stop living my life for when I am thin.

This dress is no longer on the Trashy Diva website but they do have a dress in similar styles here and dresses in a similar pattern here.

This is one of the reasons I’m so adamant about telling young woman how gorgeous they are. I know what it’s like to feel like a hideous monster when you’re actually a pretty fit chick. After all this research, thinking, writing, and praying, I’ve decided to embrace myself for who I am today and to stop living for ‘when.’ It’s been a struggle to do things now, because I want to, and not wait until I’m thin. It’s also been a struggle to adjust to the thought that I might be good now, just the way I am. I know there are a lot of people who are in my situation.  A lot of them have helped me, and I’d like to think I can help a lot more people too.  I want as many people as possible to realise that if you’re fit, you’re fine. If you’re not fit you can work on that and I’m happy to help.  If you’d like to talk about this, please get in touch by leaving a comment below, emailing, or on Instagram or Facebook.

Run, fat girl, run

img_3715“You run?” “You run half marathons?” I can almost hear them say “but you’re fat!” after those questions. It’s implied that I don’t run and certainly couldn’t go for 13 miles because of my size. People can’t seem to believe that at my size I run and I enjoy it. People look at me and see the fat woman. I look at myself and see an athlete. When I was regularly running distances over 8 miles and in the fittest condition I’ve been in I wore a size 16 and still had thighs like tree trunks. My body is big and my body is strong. It took me a long time to accept that getting fit for me didn’t mean getting thin. My body does a great job of replacing the fat i lose with super dense muscle. It means I’ll never look like Kate Moss but it does mean I can squat more than Mr Westwood. Being a larger woman trying to work out is a battle. Finding workout clothes that are flattering and do their job can be a struggle. Sports bras are a nightmare for the D+ crowd. Trying to explain to a trainer that I don’t want to try to get skinny makes me feel like I speaking a foreign language. I know that all of the struggles are worth it as I only have one body and it rewards me when I treat it well. This doesn’t mean I don’t often use these struggles as an excuse to put off going to the gym. 

SAMSUNG CSCWhen I was younger I wasn’t much of an athlete. I played field hockey and lacrosse in school but I always offered to be goalie because there was less running. Running for anything other than a train seemed silly in my early 20s. Every few years  in my mid to late 20s I’d get a pair of trainers and throw on some leggings and try to run but it seemed like my body just didn’t know how to move fast and breathe at the same time. I’d go for a few half run/walks and feel like a failure and give up. Running hurt every part of me and I always felt like people were staring at the slow, wobbly, fat lady who kept having to stop. After my second child I tried again and even did a few charity 5ks where I ran most of the way but I always felt like a failure as I took breaks and was larger than everyone else. When I was 27 we moved to England and I focused my time and energy on my new life. I lost weight as I was happy and busy. I was a size 14/16 and I didn’t even have to exercise!

SAMSUNG CSCWhen I was in my early 30s I found roller derby. I had the same experience hundreds of thousands of women around the world did. I found a way to be athletic and play a team sport but on my own terms. No one judged my size or my age. Joining roller derby was the start of me becoming me. Joining roller derby is also when I realized that being smaller didn’t mean being healthier. Roller derby made me realize just how unfit I was as a size 14/16. I loved skating but I struggled to keep up. I realized I needed to do some work outside of roller derby to get better. I decided to try running again. I don’t know what made this time different. I know that I stopped caring about people thinking I was too large to run. I stopped thinking of walking breaks during a run as failure. I also had an end goal that mattered so much to me that I didn’t want to give up. I started running and I didn’t stop. As I relaxed into running I found my body relaxed as well. I found my brain truly shut off during running, especially during distance running. I was able to escape the judgement and the pain and just move forward. 

SAMSUNG CSCI eventually retired from roller derby after my hip replacement. I haven’t stopped running though. I dream about running now. I crave it. There are times, like now, that I haven’t run for a few months because of work and illness. I try not to judge myself too harshly, I save that job for the people I’ll see when I go back to the gym. They’ll still be there looking at the slow, wobbly, fat girl thinking she doesn’t belong. I may even let it get to me at first but then I’ll start running. Starting to run after a break is always hard but that means that I’ll be too tired and in too much pain to worry about the judgement of others. It means I’ll be using all my energy to push through and I’ll have no energy left to worry was the woman next to me thinks or if I look ok in my workout clothes. After a few weeks my body will start to remember how to run and I’ll be going to the gym often enough that people will stop looking at me like a freak and just accept that I’m going to be there.  I know the judgement and the struggles with finding the right gear can really put people off but that’s why more of us should go. We need be the norm. We need to show those young lads how strong we are as we move the weight on the machines up after they get off. We need to show the world that us wobbly, fat humans do care about our bodies, we do know how to exercise, we aren’t lazy, and we do want to be healthy but that thin just isn’t going to happen for some of us and that’s ok. Strong and healthy is our goal and we are getting there one stride at a time.

Being myself on holiday

SAMSUNG CSCMy work colleagues tend to make jokes on dress down days that I don’t ever dress down. They’re mostly right. I have a t-shirt and leggings for the gym and a silk bathrobe for lounging in but I don’t own any clothes that most people would consider dress down. I don’t own sweat pants or track suit bottoms. When I want to dress down I have a hooded maxi dress from Pinup Girl that’s super comfortable and warm but that I still feel like myself in. In my everyday life this suits me just fine. I’m comfortable in my dresses and cardigans. They’re my armour against the world. They help bring me confidence. I also do my hair nearly every day and my makeup. I find power in a good wet set and a red lip. I think that they give me that power because they make me feel like me. 

img_2792I didn’t always dress up. I’ve been all over the shop. I was an always manicured, full makeup, hair straightened, and never without the wrong handbag woman when I lived in New York. I was the skinny jean wearing, knee high booted, hair scraped back, with a touch of makeup yummy mummy when I first moved to the UK. I was the no makeup, big hoodie, and whatever jeans smelled cleanest mature student and also the always in a black suit, hair in a severe bun, minimal makeup mature student doing the bar in the UK. I’ve written in the past about finding my style and the reason I phrase it that way is because all my previous styles never felt like me. I always felt I was putting on a persona. I acted and dressed how I thought I was supposed to rather than how I wanted to. This all changed when I found vintage/pinup. I felt like I was finally in my own skin and it fit perfectly. I now feel confident almost all the time in my clothes and with how I wear my makeup and hair.

img_2810And then I go on holiday. On day one of a holiday I tend to scrape my hair to the top of my head, forget the makeup, and become a bit of a slob. I always think it will be a luxury to forgo my normal routine and just let it all hang out but it never is. This holiday I did still bring the clothes that make me feel comfortable, including this floaty green number I got from Top Vintage. It’s floaty and stretchy and perfect for holiday because I feel great in it. I got up the first day of my holiday, popped my hair on top of my head, threw on my dress and I felt deflated. I took off the dress and went to the pool instead. Several hours later I came back from the pool and realised I hadn’t felt like myself, even with my swishy movie star dress. I’d felt flat because I hadn’t taken the 10 minutes to do my hair and makeup. I went straight to the bathroom and did my makeup, put my hair in a French twist with a hair flower, and threw my dress back on. I felt like a million bucks. As soon as I saw Mr Westwood he said “you look like yourself, you look happy.”

img_2826I’ve taken a few days to figure out why I didn’t feel like myself without my hair and makeup done. I never care whether my friends have makeup on. I don’t care if people I see on the street have their hair done. I don’t judge what other people are wearing. Was I judging myself for these things? Did I need to feel done to feel like myself? Wasn’t that another form of not loving myself? No, no, and no. I feel comfortable with some mascara and lipstick and I feel comfortable with my hair styled. I spent years thinking that I wasn’t beautiful no matter how done or not done I was. I spent years hating whatever I wore because I was in it. I spent most of my life in a battle with my hair that I never seemed to win. If I am happiest now with some war paint, a pin curl set, and dress that makes me want to give a twirl than no one (including me) should judge. I realised that trying to do holiday woman the way I thought it should be done was the same thing I did for years. I was putting on someone else’s persona and it just didn’t fit. I am the woman in the swishy dress, the hair flower, and the bright lippy and I love being this woman. I realised that finally I didn’t want to take a holiday from being who I am and for that I’m pretty damn grateful. 

Have you ever tried on a different persona? How did it make you feel? Please let me know in the comments, through, email, or on the Facebook page.

Teeney Bikini

img_2913When I was 16 I got my first bikini. I remember my mother deciding I was old enough to have a bikini if I wanted one, though I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled with the idea. I remember going to the fancy clothing shop in the town where we spent our summers. I remember looking at all the different styles and colours. I remember feeling grown up as I browsed. No more little kid bathing suits for me!  As I browsed the styles my mum steered me towards the more conservative, higher waisted bikinis. As a teenager I assumed this was because she wanted to keep me as her little girl for as long as possible. As I tried different styles she gave muted opinions and we settled on what I thought was a pretty cool, grown up bikini. It had the high waist my mum wanted but the top showed off my assets (even at 16 I was proud of my boobs and learning the power of cleavage).

img_2953We drove the 20 minutes back to the cottage and I couldn’t wait to get my bikini on. The cottage is on a lake in a small community that was mostly made up of my cousins. We all shared a dock with lounge chairs for sunning ourselves. I was desperate to strut over to the dock, looking all adult, and plonk myself onto one of those lounge chairs and sun myself with the rest of my super cool and slightly older cousins. I got my clothes off and bikini on in record time when we got back. I was feeling myself like only a teenager can. As I was grabbing my towel to walk down to the beach it happened. My mother told me to just be aware of my middle. She let me know the waist of the bikini was a little tight and made me like a little flabby. She said I should just hold my stomach in and not slouch. I wish I could adequately describe what this felt like. I deflated so quickly. I wrapped my towel around myself to hide my middle. I slunk off down to the dock and spent the next few hours in the water so no one would have to see my tummy fat.

SAMSUNG CSCI have no doubt my mum was trying to do what she thought was best but that one incident kept me from wearing a bikini for 20 years. Bathing suits in general became a bit of a nightmare as I spent 20 years trying to make sure my stomach wasn’t visible and was cinched in the best spandex money can buy. I also spent a hideous amount of money on cover ups and massive towels. Shopping for swimwear always resulted in me feeling horrendous about myself. A few sentences decades before changed how I felt about showing off my body. All this happened 23 years ago and I can still remember the feelings I felt that day. They are still there but have now been pushed down as I have learned to move forward. 3 years ago I moved to a tropical island off the coast of Africa with only 800 people. It’s on the equator and the weather and location requires a lot of swimwear. Before we moved I was ordering swimwear for us all. I was tired and overwhelmed and late night, online shopping. I was thinking about the remote beaches and how few people were going to be there. I allowed myself to look in the bikini section of Amazon. I was shocked they had bikinis in my size and the models didn’t look horrendous in them. I took a chance and ordered a bikini.

SAMSUNG CSCAfter we’d been on the island a few weeks I decided to wear a bikini to the beach one day. I had all the cover ups and towels knows to man at the ready. I wore the bikini…out of the house! I wore the bikini to the beach and I swam in it! My husband kept telling me I looked amazing and as the beach was deserted I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling of being in a bikini. I continued to wear it for more trips to the deserted beach until a few months later my husband wanted to take the kids to the beach with all the people on it. I was terrified but I wore my bikini anyway. No one died. No one stared. No one said anything unkind. I allowed myself to relax and realized all the women, in all the shapes and sizes, were wearing bikinis! I spent two years on that island rocking whatever swimwear I wanted and I learned to love the feeling of freedom those bikinis gave me. Since we’ve moved back I’ve continued to embrace bikinis. I’ve worn them on beaches in NYC and the U.K.  There are definitely times when I get nervous or I remember what my mother said but then I shake it off and pretend I’m confident until the confidence comes. I hold my head high and I strut.


I took these photos without filters and I have done no editing. This is entirely me. Bathing suit and wrap are from Pour Moi 


Imposters in London

I always find that spending time with people who have done what they can to help change the world has a powerful affect on me. It makes me feel like a fraud. It makes me feel like they are going to find out that I haven’t done enough to be in their company. The same sensation happens to me when I’m with a group of lawyers, pinups, body positive bloggers, the list goes on. When I am with a group of people who do something that I do I worry they will find out I’m an imposter. While Mr Westwood and I were at his awards ceremony we were looking around at all the amazing humanitarians and he leaned over and told me he didn’t deserve to be there. My husband, who has inspired thousands of children, felt he wasn’t worthy to be with other humanitarians. At first when he told me I was shocked. He works nearly every day to improve the lives of young people. I felt like he must know how deserving he was and that’s when I realised. He’s an imposter too.


My husband and I both suffer from imposter syndrome. Wikipedia describes imposter syndrome as “a concept describing high-achieving individuals who are marked by an inability to internalize their accomplishments and a persistent fear of being exposed as a “fraud”.” Even this description makes me a little nervous. I don’t feel like I’m a high achieving person. I may have spent years training as a lawyer but I never feel like a real lawyer. I may post pinup photos online but I don’t feel like a real pinup. I may blog about important issues but I don’t feel like a real blogger. I do an excellent job of faking that I believe I am these things but it’s a struggle.


After our weekend in London where Mr Westwood struggled to accept he was a real humanitarian and I struggled to accept I was a real pinup despite his receiving an award and me doing a few photo shoots I decided to see if I could find out how to tackle the fear of fraud. I realised that looking at myself as ‘a lawyer’ I was looking at a label that I would always struggle to make fit. Instead of looking at all the labels that make me I started looking at myself as a whole human, something I would struggle to have imposter syndrome about. I also started to accept that I have played a role in all my successes. Maybe I don’t feel like a real blogger but I have written the posts, designed the site, and directed the photos. Surely that has to count for something, even in my doubting mind. I also had to accept that if my accomplishments didn’t define me than how could my failures? A small failure doesn’t mean I’m no longer lawyer, it just means I need to work harder at being a better lawyer. I also realised that the comparing that we talked about in the last blog was part of the issue. I’m not going to be Amal Clooney, Dita Von Tease, or the author of the Curve Creation blog and that’s ok. I can admire them and still have my own successes in my chosen fields and withdrawing completely would mean robbing the world of me. I know that sounds arrogant and I’m ok with that. I can accept that on a small level I help people and withdrawing means I wouldn’t be able to help anyone.


Mr Westwood and I spend so much time trying to help others believe in themselves. It’s felt nice over the last few weeks to think about helping myself. I’m starting to  accept I am deserving. Writing this blog so far has helped me with my own self acceptance. If I can’t help myself how can I help others? Or in the words of Mama RuPaul “if you can’t love yourself how the hell are you going to love anyone else?” Please let me know how you are faring on your own journeys. Have you been able to reassess your assets? Have you stopped comparing yourself as much to other people? Let me know please through email, this page, or social media. I’m so interested to know about you all. If you’ve suffered at all from imposter syndrome I’d love to know if any of the tips I’ve come up with for myself are helpful to you.



Love in LDN

Mr Westwood and I recently went down to London as he was one of New Covent Garden’s Souper Stars. We travelled down on the train on Saturday morning. Travelling by train always brings to mind Agatha Christie and old movies for me. It brings to mind a time where the women travelled with hat boxes and the men wore hats and gloves. I’m well aware that travelling on British trains these days can often be cramped, crowded, and overwhelming but on a sunny day in an empty carriage I can let my mind wander. Mr Westwood was receiving the award as he has spent years working with kids from different backgrounds. He has spent more than a decade trying to lift these kids up. He teaches them to believe in themselves. He asks them not to compare themselves to each other and strive for their personal bests. As we rode the train and then headed out to Highgate to see one of Mr Westwood’s oldest friend I couldn’t stop thinking about the kids that Mr Westwood has worked with. When did they start doubting themselves? Mr Westwood has worked with the very rich, the very poor, and lots of kids in between. The self doubt affected all of them. They doubt their intellect, their looks, and their value. At what age did they start comparing themselves to everyone else and why do they always seem to come out sub par?


Arriving at St Pancras

We spent the afternoon reminiscing with our friends and discussing what life is like for New Yorkers living in the UK. There was lovely food and lovely company. We watched their young son play with his trains and read books about trains. He hasn’t started school yet. He doesn’t yet have peers to compare himself to. Will the comparing start when he is around other children more frequently? I couldn’t seem to shake these thoughts even as we were leaving to stroll back to the tube to head to Marble Arch and were rewarded with the most beautiful skies. As we were getting ready for the awards presentation I put on my Pinup Girl Ava dress in silver taffeta. It makes me feel sophisticated and sexy but is stretchy enough that I don’t need shapewear and have room to enjoy a good meal. I realised I haven’t worn this dress enough. I’ve spent too much time looking at how other people look in this dress and I’ve spent too much time comparing myself to others. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realised that I was slowly starting to shed the shackles that have kept me from dressing as I want and yet I still compare myself to others and always seem to come out sub par.

The awards presentation was held at Home House, a private members’ club in SoHo, and the theme that ran through the evening was ‘lifting each other up.’ I often get a bit of social anxiety so Mr Westwood and I hovered around the fringes until the New Covent Garden staff came to chat to us and make us feel welcome. We sat on a table with some other award recipients and staff members. The conversation flowed easily and the food was outstanding. It was a truly wonderful evening that felt special the whole way through. All the award winners did such great things to help humanity and were so impressed with each other, yet none of them thought they deserved the award.

As we were drifting off to sleep that night I spent some time thinking about how we can learn to believe in ourselves a little more and how we can compare ourselves to each other less. I haven’t come to any conclusions yet but I think it’s time that we stopped judging others and ourselves so harshly. Maybe we all need to take a page out of Mr Westwood’s book and focus on lifting up those around us and reminding them how they are unique. My ultimate goal for this blog is to help remove the stigmas we put on ourselves as children and learn to appreciate ourselves more. I’m really interested to hear what you think. What’s one thing about yourself that you should stop comparing to others. Please let me know in the comments below, on the facebook page, or via email.

A different kind of love


Check out my Instagram for all the details of my outfit and accessories. 

I read something recently about thinking of yourself as a friend and it’s really resonated with me. The article talked about how much we judge ourselves versus how much we judge those we love. I read the article before bed one night and I just couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Loving myself like I loved my friends seemed revolutionary. The thought stayed with me as I went to work the next day. I stood in my office and looked around at the stunning, intelligent, hilarious women I work with and realised that they would never see themselves the way I see them. When I give them compliments they seem to hide from them. They have collectively told me they are too tall, too short, too skinny, need to diet, not muscular enough, and the list goes on. I don’t want to detract from just how smart these woman are. They have many, many brilliant qualities but I want I focus of body image today. These woman are stunning, they all see it in each other, but they just can’t see it in themselves.

SAMSUNG CSCI want you to think about your best female friend. Think hard about how she looks to you. Do you focus on her cellulite or the warmth of her smile? Do you think about every flaw she has or do you focus on her positives? Imagine if we could see ourselves through the lens of others. What if we could focus on our own positives? Those who matter to us don’t focus on a belly roll, or our height, or our spots so why should we? I can guarantee your assets outweigh your negatives. If you don’t believe this is the case then you are not perceiving your assets properly. I have an enormous ass. I have a big, beautiful booty. I’m sure I could look at my ass as a negative. I’m sure I could wish it were smaller and worry about how many squats I was doing. That seems like a waste of energy to me. If I looked at one of my friends and they had exactly the same ass I would think it was an asset, a big beautiful asset. Why then should I look at the same ass on myself as a negative?

SAMSUNG CSCValentine’s Day is coming up. I love Valentine’s Day because I love love. I am asking you to spend this week looking at things you think are a negative and deciding if you would think of them as an asset on someone you loved. I want you to spend the week loving yourself the way you love your friends. Focus on your positives. Recognise your assets. Be kinder to yourself as you would towards those you love. Give yourself compliments and then accept them graciously. If you struggle with this think about these actions as doing something for the people who love you. If someone else insulted you your fiends would have your back. They would defend you. They would surround you with love to block out the negativity. Don’t be the person picking on yourself and you save them a job. You give them the gift of having a little extra time and energy to love themselves. Don’t spend this week wishing you were something else. Spend this week loving yourself and just see if after a week you start to stand a little taller or put on the scary outfit that you were going to wear when you lost a little weight. Give yourself the gift of love this Valentine’s Day and then let me know how you feel and if it’s changed your outlook on yourself. 

The helpers

As you may have noticed the people who tend to make the biggest impact on my life are the helpers. They are the people who give themselves freely to make others lives better. I have been so blessed to have so many helpers in my life. My grandparents and parents have always helped others. I was raised to believe in the spirit of helping those less fortunate them themselves and I think that’s why I have surrounded myself with friends and family who try to improve others lives before their own. From my children’s Godparents to the friends I’ve played roller derby with to the family I knit with every Tuesday night, I am surrounded by helpers. The desire to improve other people’s lives has always been a cornerstone of my life. It’s also one of the reasons I am started this blog.SAMSUNG CSC

About a month ago I was having lunch with some incredibly talented instagram influencers and we were discussing what message I was trying to send. I had known for a little while that I wanted to start blogging but I had been unsure of what direction to go in. I have so many varied interests. They asked the what the single most important thing in my life was and all I could think of was helping others. Being a mum, a wife, in my career, and in my volunteering the one thread that runs through everything is helping others. Once I realised that I wanted to help others foremost I needed to decide how. What did I have to offer that might in any way help those who were reading my blog or looking at my photos of instagram. I spent a lot of time thinking about where the past few years has taken me and what has had the most influence on my life. I realised that helping others gain confidence in themselves would be the best gift I could give others.

img_1771My journey has taken me from an insecure and confused human to a powerful confident women in only a few years. Five years ago I didn’t like the way I dressed, I didn’t like my body, I was scared to try new things, and embarrassed of myself. I didn’t feel worthy of love and most of the time I didn’t even feel worthy of being liked. Today I am confident. I try new things, I raise my hand first, I open my mouth when I have something to say, I wear the clothes and makeup I want, and I seek out new adventures. This did not happen over night. This did not happen by accident. I had a lot of help to get where I am but I also learned to help myself. Through my transition I became a helper and the person I have helped most is myself.