I felt pretty.
While my wardrobe was, usually, much to be desired, I always felt pretty. DNA was on my side (for the most part). I have high cheek bones. Long lashes. Green eyes. A decent nose. I'm shorter. 5'3". I have a small waist and big hips. I had a solid petite figure. But there was always the wants. I wanted long legs. I wanted longer arms. I wanted a tighter bum. But even with the unattainable wishlist I still, for the most part, felt pretty.
I felt pretty when we lived in Brooklyn. I felt pretty when we lived in LA. I stopped feeling pretty when we moved the MD. It's not Maryland's fault. It has nothing to do with the state, but a lot changed when we moved to MD. Enter baby #2. Enter a longer commute. Enter 2 drop offs every morning. Enter a boy at age 3 and a girl at age 7. Enter fighting. Enter bickering. Entering climbing the counters. Enter homework. Enter very little time to myself.
I had, in a sense, become everything that I vowed to never become. I wear my sneakers to work. I wear my jeans to work. I'm unpressed. I leave the house with no make-up. My hair's not done. I shy away from mirrors. I walk with my head down. My brows go unplucked. I make my showers quick and my post shower even quicker. I don't want to see my weight gain. I'm stressed. The word "mom" can send chills down my spine. I lock myself in the bathroom for quiet time. I stare at walls. Feeling pretty doesn't fit my mood on most occasions.
I feel guilty when I feel pretty. It means that I took too much time for myself when I should be taking time to do something else. Wash dishes. Cook. Fold laundry. Vacuum. Clean. Grocery shop. Make the beds.
But, this is wrong. There is nothing wrong with feeling pretty.
For my selfie's in this post, I decided to try something that I haven't tried in a long time. I decided I wanted to try to feel pretty. I did my make-up. I did my hair. I assembled a few pieces of clothing that still fit. And I shot my session. And it worked. I felt good. I felt pretty. I still do.
What I'm trying to say here is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with feeling pretty (or good). There is nothing wrong with taking some time to yourself to do something that makes you feel good. Go for a run. Go for a walk. Get a massage. Get a facial. Get your eyebrows waxed (hello!). Do your hair. Being a mom is tough business. It's a mental drain. Rewarding, yes. Draining, yes. I still look like crap today (no make-up, hair all stringy and yuck), but I can still know that in some way shape or form, weather it happens every day or not, that I can still feel good about myself. So go on. Go forth and every once in a while, dress like you're a princess. Do you're make-up like you're a rock star. Don those 5 inch heals collecting dust in your closet. Make yourself feel good. The effects will last you;).
If you want to see the rest of the images from this session, be sure to check out my album on Google+ ---> https://plus.google.com/106560261002478710918/posts/dJwwuWMYD3g
PPS - These images are a part of a Google+ Community I'm involved with. It's called Style It! Masterpiece Project 2014 . Be sure to check it out if you're on Google+!
PPPS - If you're NOT of Google+, then you need to get over there now. Amazing things are happening!