One memory sticks in my mind the most as to when I realised I wasn't the most fashionable kid on the block. I was stood in a changing room aged about 14 trying a dress on (I can't even remember what for) when I asked the opinion of my older sister as to what she thought of the dress. Now my sister has always been really supportive of me but she recognised that I wanted her honest opinion on the dress. She told me it made me look frumpy. This was the first time I had heard that word but it has stuck with me ever since. Asking her what she meant by this, the only way she could describe it to me was to say 'you look like a Fishermans wife'. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course but I understood straight away what she meant and that this definitely wasn't the look I was going for!
I am overweight, I have large thighs, massive bingo wings and folds on my stomach and back where they shouldn't be but over the years I have learnt to some extent how to hide these under my clothes. However, what I haven't learnt is how to be fashionable at the same time. Recently however, I have started to take more of an interest in the way I look. My daughter is now three years old and I finally feel like I am getting some of myself back and that I'm not just 'Olive's Mummy' but that I'm a person in my own right too.
I have worked full time since Olive was six months old, so it's strange to think that I have felt this way but it's only recently that I have realised it. I absolutely adore being a mum but the task I have ahead is making sure that I spend time to make myself feel good in the way I look so as my daughter grows up to learn to respect what she has been given and make the most of it.
So there lyes my challenge!
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