Self Acceptance

I’ve been banging on about self-love since my son was born, 15 (ish years ago). That’s when I started using beauty rituals as a means of coping with whatever was going down in my life.

Becoming a mum was a struggle for me, I had to relinquish control, and no one explained that to me. No one warned me. I found it hard.

PS. I am not a control freak.

Honestly, I think control and understanding our own locus of control can really help us navigate tricky times in our lives, and when we feel out of control finding little bits that we can manage or at least manage our expectations around can really help us navigate the challenging circumstances. If, and when, they present themselves.

It’s meant to be my graduation today. That went with my plan that I had to get back into paid work after raising my three children and working for myself for the last 15 years. Alas, instead, I’m looking back at my newly balded head and writing cathartically to you.

Cancer happened instead, and I know I’ll still get my plan, my new job will still be waiting for me when I’m better.

But for now, I will practise self acceptance, I will be kind to myself and I will do the things I care about. Because for me, before you can love yourself, you have to be able to accept yourself. And sometime love is just too far a jump.

So, whatever is weighing heavy on your shoulders, or riding along side of you during your day to day, whatever it is, just know that you aren’t alone and that if you need a cheerleader or someone to talk to you can always reach out to me. I’m more than happy to practise self acceptance with you as we move through the next stage together.

Much Love Amy x