There seems to be a common theme going on with women at the moment and that is that if they were just a bit thinner they would be more attractive and a lot happier.
And this is something I struggled with for ages too so I totally get the calculation but it’s wrong.
If it was just as simple as that, we’d all exercise more and eat less wouldn’t we? There’d be no need for the billion pound diet industry making promises to make us thin and then not delivering for every one signed up to their programme, why would it work for some and not for others?
The secret is this.
Because, it’s all in your head.
Attractiveness isn’t a state of size; it’s a state of mind.
We are all constantly and competitively comparing ourselves to others by way of seeing where we ‘fit’ into the world, and we equate people’s happiness on their size, their financial worth and their relationships, if all those things are tip top then we’d all be really fucking happy right?
Wrong. Happiness is not a given and certainly should never be assumed. EVERYONE is fighting a battle of some kind, we’re ALL human, and it’s the complexity of us.
This is why suicide isn’t exclusive to people who are overweight or broke or unloved. Even the slimmest, richest and adored choose to end it all rather than live in their external abundance and internal lack.
When we critic ourselves, when we check in to chart our happiness, we’re doing so through old stories that have been told to us throughout our life. We’re not looking at our size with clarity, we are looking at it drenched in bullshit we’ve been told, outdated connections that we’ve made ‘thin = happy’ and ideals forced on us be well meaning ‘you’d look so beautiful if you dropped a few pounds’ or not so well meaning others ‘you’re fat and disgusting, who’d love you’.
Along our merrier, innocent way we attach emotions to those words we’ve heard from others and we’ve equated that we are not worthy. Our negative self-talk around weight ‘I’m disgusting’ or our intellect ‘I’m so bloody stupid’ or even just our general looks ‘I hate my face’ only go on to further reinforce all our negative feelings we have already accepted as truth.
The problem with this is that the more importance we put on all the negative words we’re saying and hearing to ourselves (and others) the more we fail to notice ALL the stuff we DO have that is really FUCKING attractive. The stuff you should be honing in on, and indulging yourself in on the daily, see how many attractive attributes you can tick off as yours from this list, go hard, this is not the time for modesty.
It’s a crying shame that your whole personality has all this incredibly positive stuff going on, stuff that if you really thought about would make you feel attractive, worthy and beautiful. And instead you choose to focus on the negatives, totally negating the amazing whole person that you are.
Negative thought patterns are old habits that have taken over our way of thinking, the good news is, habits can be broken and the true you, not the you others have you believe you are, is waiting to be released and shared.
I get that your body may not look like that of a Victoria’s Secret model BUT it’s been working solely and tirelessly for you every single second of every single day since the day you were created. Surely that deserves some respect?
When we start to show ourselves compassion, respect and kindness, we start treating our bodies this way, we make healthier food choices, we enjoy getting outside and feeling our muscles working, we appreciate the enormity of the job our bodies do and become less critical about the way it looks.
It’s time for you to create new habits around how you feel about yourself, then you will begin to feel some of that happy.
I want you to make a list, it may feel hard, it may take time but it’s essential for you to start seeing how fucking incredible you AND your body are.
List 10 Things that you appreciate and that make you feel good about yourself.
Stick the list in a place where you will see it every day. Read it over and over and over and eventually it will become natural for you to see all the good in you and with that comes a respect for your body and then the nurturing happens.
All the love
Before I started This Girl is Enough I was a doula, a non medical birth supporter.
My 'job' was to support, nurture and educate pregnant women through pregnancy and birth so that they had a positive birth experience.
My clients would begin their pregnancy journey full of fear, fear of the unknown, fear of overwhelm, lack of belief in themselves and in their abilities to birth their babies.
They were facing their biggest life change, the thought of the journey to get to the positive end result sometimes seemed too big BUT they knew how much they wanted to enjoy their birthing experience rather than fear it, and so they were prepared to face their fear down and do the work to get the end result.
I supported them when the fear took hold (fears a fucker that will keep trying to find a way in) I reminded them of their strength and their innate ability to overcome the fear and to stand in their power, I gave them tools that would help their physical bodies during the birthing process and their minds so that they were able to birth with utter determination that you need to achieve your dreams.
I answered their questions, I found them research, I gave them space to explore their wants and needs, I held their hand, I made it less scary and more believable.
I believed in them.
I pumped them full of confidence, I made them laugh about the fact they were likely to shit at their birth, rather than have them focusing on how they'll ever live it down if they shit at their birth.
We laughed, we cried, we grew a bond and she began to trust.
I held my clients tight in mind every second I was working with them, even when I wasn't with them.
Their outcome of success meant as much to me as it did to them and I gave it my all to support them in achieving it.
The transformations that I watched time and time again in my clients was like watching women grow into who they ultimately are, strong, brave, curious, tenacious, determined and just plain un-fucking stoppable in their pursuit for all the feelings of exhilaration and achievement.
And then I realised that I needed to share this support to ALL women. I realised that ALL women need this level of support and nurture. All women need someone who believes in their strengths and their abilities, and someone who cares about the end result as much as they do
And so I created This Girl is Enough.
I now stretch my love, support, my knowledge, my believe into ALL women, not just beautiful preggos.
I now get to watch women like you, grow into themselves and stand in their power so that they can feel exhilaration and achievement in their everyday lives.
Women matter to me, and I will continue to 'work' to support them ALL.
*this photo is of me and my darling client Kat Jones Photography, this was 5 minutes before she birthed her son, whilst she lifted him out of the water she said 'OH WOW' <3
She had stepped into her power and her hard work had just paid off
All the love
What’s your drug of choice?
We all have one.
What is the one thing that makes you feel good?
The thing that fills your whole body with a huge rush of immediate feel good?
The thing you HAVE to have again and again and again in order to keep getting that hit of feeling good?
It could be shoes/bags/make up/wine/eating?
Mine was bags! Designer bags were my porn. I would hunt one out and lust after it like I would die if I didn’t get it.
I pinned all my happiness on me getting this bag.
I knew this bag would be the thing to inject some colour back into my boring, grey life.
I knew that in my lack of self-worth this bag would make people look at me and judge me as ‘someone worthy’ rather than who I saw myself as.
If I had this Mulberry/Burberry/Gucci/Kate Spade/Coach/Aspry/Chloe bag it would mean that I was a better, fuller, classier, richer person for having a bag like this. It would mean that I would instantly become the kind of woman who was worthy of having a bag like this, all of a sudden I became visible in my life of the mundane. It would mean I would feel like my uninteresting, pointless little life was exciting and vibrant, even if just for a short time.
If I had a bag like this, just for one second I would feel like I had a life to match.
FYI, I chose bags because with a bag I didn’t have to endure the cruel lights in the changing rooms and be faced with a disgusting body that I hated. Trying on clothes that look amazing on the bitch mannequin but fucking disastrous on my disgusting body.
When you chose a bag you don’t have to injure the indignity of when the lady waiting at the exit of the changing room asks ‘any good’ and l politely say ‘no’ in a breezy, I’m all cool fashion whilst inside dying of shame thinking ‘she knows that beautiful dress/top/trouser wouldn’t work on this fat ass’. ALL THE SHAME for even taking it to try on in the first place, will I never learn. Order them in and try them all on at home until you find the one (often black) flattering top that you can wear with anything to anywhere.
Now you can go back to hating on yourself without the embarrassment of all that goes before but with a new top that actually doesn’t really light you up but that is incredibly functional.
No, my happy came in bag form, bags are so much more forgiving.
I’ve been known to spend a disgusting amount of money on bags. Like, over-draft, bank loans, credit cards amount of money. The bag comes (usually in a fancy slipper bag) and I smell it, I feel it, I try in on each shoulder, hang it from each forearm and take my time carefully filling it with my bits and bobs vowing that it will never get full of snotty tissues and crumbs (where do the crumbs come from in the bottom of every bag?)
And for a while I feel good. I feel important. I feel visible and I feel how I imagine every other happy girl feels.
But, like any drug, it’s a temporary fix. Another tonne of cash/debt and yet I’m still the sad fucked up me on the inside.
Still hatting on my body, still seeing the world in grey, still having the ever running, self-deprecating war in my head.
The fucking bag didn’t fix it!
I’m still not enough.
Temporary fixes, never fix long term problems.
When we hate on ourselves and wake up every day thinking our life sucks, wishing we were someone/somewhere/something else just to feel something other than the same shit we always do, no bag/shoes/make up/wine/eating will make us become anything other than what we already are, it’ll only a little bit more skint or a little more overweight.
It’s self-sabotage, even if in the moment it feels like self-promotion.
It will highlight time and time again that while these things are nice, they can’t fix YOU.
You can make all the investments you like in the material world but, they won’t change a thing on your internal world it’s a viscous cycle of searching.
Personal growth is the best investment you can make in yourself, full stop. That’s where the feel good is. That’s when your life starts to pop colour without the need for all the other shit. That’s where you’ll feel most alive. That’s where you’ll feel that you are worthy, and funny, and smart, and multifaceted. That’s where the feel good’s at.
My darling, it’s all inside YOU, it’s just waiting for you to stop looking at bags and start seeing it.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love a bag (current lust is a little Liberty number) but unlike before, I don’t HAVE to have it, hell or high water, beg steal or borrow. Instead I know that I can either have it or not, my full life isn’t dependant on it, it’ll just be exactly what it is, a pretty accessory in my already pretty colourful life. Not an investment in happy but instead a reward for having invested in me and a reminder to how far I’ve come.
The biggest high you can ever feel is when you tap into your own natural feel good, when you own it, and wear it like a mother fucking Louis Vuitton.
If you are ready to switch up your investments from a 2 minute fix to a lifetime of colour then book your free 30 minute clarity call here and we’ll work out a plan for you to make the leap.
All the Love
P.S If anyone wants to gift me this bag it would be gratefully received, many thanks ;)
How to have fucking incredible day!
Some days I can wake up and feel like I JUST.CAN’T. DO.IT. Not today, not any day, not ever!
The mundane chores, the relentless demands, the same old same old, the same shit different day!
Zero motivation holds me down on my bed like the weight of a thousand really heavy things.
The day ahead feels long, tedious and monotonous; my bed feels safe, calm and quiet.
After a long internal battle of a million reasons not to get up vs 2 reasons to get up (to eat and to pee), I haul my lazy ass off the slightly sweaty cotton sheets and face the day ahead, begrudgingly.
From that moment, I am already defeated. My day had nowhere to go but down. I had set the tone and my poor innocent day was willing to oblige.
So I do the school run, swearing under my breathe whilst listening to Mr Tickles Happy ‘fucking Christmas’ CD AGAIN (it’s summer FFS).
I go to Tesco, dragging myself up and down the aisles wondering where the fuck the ketchup has been moved to this week and thinking FML whilst limply throwing shit in the trolley that’ll be thrown back in my face because I’ve dare to dish up something that’s not pasta (what did we eat before pasta?).
I then sit at my desk in my home office feeling pissed off that I’m not back in an actual real life office having boozy adult lunches that are filled with light banter and light flirting.
I go and put a wash on, hating on my life, walk the dog, hating on my life, clean the loo just simply hating on my life.
4 pm, wine time (TBF I start counting down from 2)! And then I spend my evening necking wine, complaining about the weight that I’ve gained and watching pointless shit on TV for the ‘escapism’.
And then back to bed!
But here’s the thing. My day didn’t have to be like that! My day could have been a magical mystery tour in my life. It could have been full of fun and excitement. Sure, the chores would all still need to be done, but it could all have been so different…..
I wake up and I think to myself, when I count down 5-1 I’ll get up at 1, and I do. No procrastination.
I’m feeling good.
I make a cup of tea and spend 15 minutes in silence (meditation optional but recommended). I spend time in that moment, not thinking about my to do list, just sitting, thinking about how lucky I am to have woken up in a house of my loved ones in these worrying times.
I’m feeling grateful.
I do the school run with happy music raising the vibe for us all.
I’m feeling fun.
I go to Tesco marvelling at all the choice we’re fortunate to have, and over joyed that they have 5 shelves of different shaped pastas with varying sauces to keep my poor deprived children fed.
I’m feeling like I’ve scored.
I sit at my desk and marvel at the view and have an impromptu party for 1 in my kitchen at lunchtime, music turned up loud, no big bar bill, no chance of being talking into anything dodge with the office perv and no having to get the bus home because I’m still drunk even at 5 (not my finest hour).
I’m feeling alive.
I put a wash on, imagining putting fresh PJ’s on tonight, I walk the dog enjoying the air and space around me, I clean the loo, yeah, no, I still hate that.
I’m feeling productive.
4 pm is cuppa tea and Blue Riband time, and a sit down to catch up on Sponge Bob with the littlest (it feels like bonding, kinda?) And then I spend the evening investing in me, a bath, a book, silence, sleep.
I’m feeling content, productive, alive, happy.
Two days, exactly the same only the mind-set changed.
Changing your mind-set from FML to LML is readily available to you, YOU get to choose, it costs nothing and can be done in 5 seconds when you make the decision to count down to you bouncing out of bed.
Cranking up this incredibly ass kicking, new day YouTube audio will be the best start to everyday (I use this one ALL the time).
You decide if you want to have day after day of ‘what fresh hell’ or day after day of ‘what fresh thinking’. Like anything worth having, you do have to work for it, it’s not gonna turn up on the first day and never leave, you may have years and years of negative thought patterns you’ve gotta see off BUT you can do it and I promise you, it’ll be worth it.
My darling you have one life, you choose how you wanna live it.
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10 years ago I decided to end my 11 year marriage.
The feeling of needing to end it all hit me like a train. I knew we’d been having a tough few years trying to navigate our way through early parenting, buying a house and keeping our heads above financially challenging waters, but, I don’t think anyone (including me) saw this coming.
My husband was a good man, a helpful partner and a loving husband, but could also be a bit of a dick and it was becoming increasingly obvious that neither of us was getting what we wanted or needed from our relationship. When we first met we were young, we then had kids young, got a mortgage young and saddled ourselves with grown up lives when we were young.
Over time we grew apart, he wanted to climb mountains I wanted lazy pub lunches, neither of which ever seemed possible again now we had young children (you don’t ever imagine that they’ll grow, that your life will change again) but it was evident that as we grew, we would no longer ‘fit’.
And so, I called time.
I told my husband it was over and that it was time we separated. I then applied my heavily weighted blinkers, faced forward, eyes front and detached emotion. It was now about getting through to the next round for what I truly believed would be the best thing for us all, rather than staying in a loveless relationship, faking it to our kids and secretly wishing we were having a life we could all enjoy.
He told me that as this is what I wanted (I still think he did too but for him, it was easier to lay blame at my door) then I had to be the one to leave.
Our children at this point were 8, 5 and 1.
Could I leave my children? Am I leaving my children?
My children were and still are my world (obvs) and for that reason, I chose to leave. It was my parting gift, the gift of keeping the peace, the gift of making sure my kids didn’t endure us fighting, us putting them in the middle, us growing hateful towards each other and damaging any future relationship we could muster in a bid to co-parent our children in a healthy loving family (all be it in two houses).
This meant I left my own home, a home that I’d built, a home that was full of furnishings that I’d chosen, photo’s that I’d framed, memories that I held.
I left my security, my sanctuary, my home and worst of all my children.
I agreed to share the childcare 50/50 after being threatened to be dragged through the courts as he applied for full custody. Losing them full time was not an option for either of us. I had to agree to this compromise for the sake of us all.
I was keeping the pain inside and the peace outside.
Pain, so much pain.
It was crucial to me that we kept things as amicable as possible and that my children had a strong, healthy relationship with both their parents, and so I agreed to missing out on my kids for half of their lifetime. The worst part of this pain was that it was self-inflicted, I could have just stayed? I had no room to complain or feel sad? And hadn’t this been my own doing?
I took every bullet that I felt raining down on me and I drove my plan forward in the best way I could.
And then came the judgement.
I became the mother who had left her kids behind.
My ex however had become the hero who was left behind, alone, single handily raising his poor motherless children.
We both raised OUR kids the same amount of time and yet because he was the Father and I the Mother, he got all the glory for his parenting, I got all the accusations and ill placed judgements.
When he was at the school gates he made friends with all the sympathetic mums, his parenting reinforced with ‘it’s so amazing that you’re raising your kids half the week’ whilst I got ‘watch her she’s a home wrecker, she walked out on her kids and will be after your husband’ (that’s not even a joke, that happened)!
Our marriage ended. One of us had to leave. He wouldn’t, so I did. It’s that simple.
That does not define us as parents that does not mean that I am the devil and that most defiantly does not mean that he’s the saint.
Whilst I was taking this barrage of abuse from the playground mafia, whilst I ignored the whispers and side ward glances, whilst I justified my position and swore down that my kids were and always would be my main priority, I was still the mum who left her kids.
I just couldn’t help to wonder how my ex would have been treated if he had left and still had his kids half the week? Would it have been, ‘wow look at him, living in a flat while she lives in a nice house, holding down a job whilst raising his kids half the week, what an amazing father’? Would he have got a medal and adoring looks from all around because he stepped up to his role as parent because he was a Dad who helped raise his kids?
And yet I was the one living in a flat while he lived in our nice house, I was holding down a job whilst single parenting my children half the week, but I was never viewed as anything other than the mother who left her family.
This parenting disparity is bullshit. I love our kids as much as he does, I raise our kids as much as he does, I care for our kids as much as he does.
This preconception that I was someone who they thought I was, left me feeling like utter shit, the mere unfairness of how I was being treated left its mark, big time.
I began to feel as though I wasn’t good enough, not a good enough mother, friend, partner, woman, and I spiralled into a desperate state trying to continually prove my worth, the whole time sinking deeper and deeper into a dark hole of feeling just not good enough in any part of my life.
Over the years I’ve worked on making peace with my decisions, making peace with my mothering, accepting that I mothered my children to the best of my abilities with the situations I’d been given, accepting that I had made the final decision, accepting that I had left my family.
I have learnt to forgive myself and I forgive every single incomprehensible thought that others thought about me.
I have learnt to banish the energy zapping guilt and I’ve learnt the importance of truly loving myself (including all my faults and failings), and I now feel enough in all areas of my life for the majority of the time (I’m still only human right?).
My 3 kids from that marriage are now 20, 18 & 13, we’ve all had quite the journey but I feel it was handled in the best way possible.
It’s now time for me to pay my learnings forward, to stamp out pre-judgment of women and to help women find their way to enoughness.
I’ve gone on to become founder of This Girl is Enough and creator of The Becoming Enough Project. I run an online course supporting women to move on from their experiences of their past and instil confidence back into them so they begin to feel enough and hold women only events with 10% of all profits going to women’s charities.
I am enough and my darling, so are you!
All the love
Dolly Parton once sang "this will be h-e-double-l for me" when she sang about divorce and it kinda sums it up right?
Divorce is a real kicker and one that sadly so many of us feel now (I've managed to rack up two).
It's the end of an era, the end of a friendship, the end of your life as you know it, the end of the whole mother fucking world. You wonder how the fuck you'll come back from it, do you even want to come back from it? Surely it'll be easier to just sit in it and give up on anything else?
You're done in with fighting over money, fighting about who's getting what, and if there's kids involved fighting about who has them when.
It leaves it's toll and a huge part of you dies.
You spend your time post break up in limbo. You may spiral into a self-loathing pit of despair, picking apart every second of your relationship asking how it all went so fucking wrong and blaming yourself. Or, maybe you'll get really angry at the total cunt who done this to you, to your family, to your kids. You may find that your anger spills over causing you to have zero patience with the kids, friends and work colleagues, giving you even more reason to feel even shittier about yourself and the situation you found yourself in. Massive downward spiral.
It wasn't meant to be like this? It was meant to be forever? Happily ever after? How did you end up here? And who have you become?
Now that you’ve survived the break-up, in time, you can start to re-connect with you.
That relationship has gone, but my darling, YOU haven't.
The old you is still in there. The trusting you, the lovable you, the funny, carefree, giving, sweet you who has so much to offer and it's time you start spending time with her. It's time for you to start to rebuild you and it's time you started to loving you.
Sounds simple right? But in truth old habits die hard and when you're totally exhausted from your fight for survival, you have little energy left to re-build anything let alone the broken and complex human that you’ve become.
But, by spending the time and energy investing in re-building you, you'll be opening the path for your future self, and she is ready and waiting to start living a life of peace and calm. A life of confidence and one of feeling enough. This transition takes time and it takes work but it is so what you need to do to enable feelings of contentment in just being the amazing you.
After my divorces, I felt truly lost, totally depleted and almost childlike in my way of thinking. I was angry and resentful, kicking out at those around me, frustrated and empty. I was a smaller, lesser version of who I used to be. I picked fault in myself all the time, and started to become reclusive as life seemed just too damn hard.
It felt like my life had started playing out in slow motion and that I would never be happy, or myself again. Anxiety took over and out of sheer exhaustion I followed its lead and handed myself over to what I felt was to be my new life forever. An anxious life with constant and all-consuming feelings of failure and resentment. A life I just wanted to be over.
When you are feeling all of these massively heavy weights in your life you can truly believe that the pain will never lift, that you will forever be carrying the weight of this bastard divorce.
I'm here to tell you it does change and that you can feel better. Life does open up again and you can totally love yourself and the world around you, carefree and only moving forward, not hanging around in the pain of your past.
But, I realised that I couldn't have done it alone, and once I had accepted that I started to look around to see who could help me, who would support me, nurture me, guide me and help to make me whole again (throwback to Atomic Kitten).
When you surround yourself with others who 'get it', others who are able to empathise without sympathising, and others who can help you see past all the shit you’re in and see the light, your life opens up to you and you can start your journey towards a calmer, more fulfilling and freeing future feeling stronger and more confident in who you are than ever before.
Personal growth is a hugely enriching experience, a stark contrast from the experience you’re currently living it. It’s exciting, it’s freeing, it’s warm and it’s full. It takes your thoughts away from the shit anxiety filled doom you feel today, and into the happy and exciting next chapter. It gives you confidence and control in your thoughts and feelings and it opens way to a more positive life.
If you're sick of living the life you currently are and if you are ready to sack off the dick ex, and all the hurt from your past, then I am right here to support you. alongside my incredible experts we are all here waiting to bring YOU back to life.
And by doing it now then not only will you be creating the life you want and deserve, you will also bag yourself a bargain as my online package The Becoming Enough Project is at an incredibly discounted rate until 10th June so now’s your time to take that step into your new life.
Drop me a message to take up this amazing but time sensitive offer and we’ll throw your curtains wide (as sung by Elbow) and start you onto the path to your brighter future.
All the love
My 13 year old daughter said to me last night
"Mum. I've written a blog if you want it, I've emailed it over to you"
I went to my email and I opened this;
"The teenage years can be full of mysterious beginnings and ends.
For example, periods (but be careful, don't say it too loud. You might make someone "grossed out" or "disgusted"), friendships come to an end because of stupidly viscous fights about who has the flatter stomach and who's prettier and who's going to steal their boyfriends.
Girls this day and age are brought into a society full of "the goals life" that includes a flat stomach and an insane amount of free time to walk across the road from the huge house to the perfect beach loaded with six packs and tight tummies.
Everyone else who have insecurities are seeing all of these Instagram posts boasting about their "perfect life" and realising that they don't have it, which then leaves them sad, envious and bored at home shaming themselves to whatever extent.
BUT... that "perfect, amazing life" where people only have frozen yogurt on their Snapchat story, and are happy twenty-four seven in their size 4 clothes doesn't exist.
I know you're surprised, right?
They make it so convincing that this is what happiness looks like. I'm sure they don't mean to offend you or make you feel insecure etc, but it does because we forget that it's not just those things that make up happiness.
Happiness is when you enjoy what you're doing and love your insecurities because they are just as beautiful as that girl in the magazine.
Just a quickie, two things two remember;
One, don't care about what people think, recently I have been pursuing this and I feel so much more me on social media. I force myself to keep the certain post up on Snapchat etc, purely because I want to and not because it will make other people happy/sad. It makes feel 10x better, omg! I challenge you to do the same and set yourself free from whatever insecurities are holding you back.
Two, the girl in the magazine doesn't look like the girl in the magazine, I usually forget this but I shouldn't because, reality check, she doesn't.
If you are struggling with insecurities etc good people to follow on Intstagram are...
@bodyposipanda damn she slays....
@the_free_lilly woah she has pure talent"
The message is being heard and I am one proud mama, whatever we're learning we have a duty to teach our young girls
I want to get in quick, to make sure she knows that she's enough right now!
Because she is <3
(Might I also add you can also follow me on Instagram :O @this_girl_is_enough)
All the love
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