Ever since I got my haircut,
I was telling my hairdresser that I never know what to do with my hair, or what products I should use. When I was growing up and all the girl’s were learning how to do their makeup and hair, I was no where to be found? I always feel like I missed the memo, and now that I’m in my 30′s I don’t even know where to start.
Anywho, Trish (my hairdresser) was telling me a few things. She told me to put a little mousse in my hair. Done.
And then I started blow drying it,
and flat ironing.
And then I started noticing all these flyaway hair that stick up all over my head, and before I probably wouldn’t have cared too much about it, but now I take a little more pride in myself.
I found some Bedhead After Party, which has worked wonders on the flyaway hairs and static that ruins my hair in the winter. It also smells good… win-win.
It never really took me long to get ready, because I really didn’t put in any effort.
And make up…. another one of those things that I never really learned how to do. I know how to throw on a little eye shadow and mascara, but that’s a bout as much as my make up skills will take me. So I started doing what all
12 30ish girl’s do, and started looking up you tube videos.
I’ve started simple, a little eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss. It’s a start though.
It got me thinking…
a year ago, I was at my lowest point.
This was me a year ago. It’s one of a very few pictures of me during our trip to Hawaii. Most of them ended up in the shredder.
I was at my highest wait. Ever.
I wasn’t healthy.
I was eating and drinking whatever I wanted.
I was taking medication daily for my anxiety.
I wasn’t exercising.
I had no confidence in myself.
And I put no effort in to making myself feel any better.
Until one day, I decided to take my life back.
I started slowly.
I started with yoga,
which led to me quitting coffee.
Quitting coffee made me realize that the things you put in your body, does affect how you feel.
I choose to stop eating meat.
Then I started running.
During this process I started loosing weight.
That wasn’t my purpose though.
I didn’t weigh myself.
I didn’t count calories or measure my food.
I dropped most of my daily medication.
I started to pick out clothes that looked good,
rather than picking them out to hide my body.
I got my hair cut.
I started doing my hair.
I started putting on makeup.
I put pride in the person I am.
And I sit and marvel at how a few changes that you make in your everyday life can change, how you see yourself, and how others see you.
It kind of hurts me though, that I didn’t take pride in who I was back then.
I choose to love myself,
no matter what the scale says,
or the food I chose to eat.
Cause none of those things matter.
What matters is that you love yourself.
What do you choose?