So I may have a minor (!) make up addiction! I love the stuff! It’s fun, it’s pretty and it makes me feel good.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t slather shit loads on every day. Somedays call for no make up (those are also the days that call for no bras and no skinny jeans) and yes these are the days at home chilling in pyjamas.
But when I’m out and about I enjoy wearing make up. It makes me feel confident and good. I have never had an issue with age - lots people freak out a bit when they hit milestone ages (30,40 etc) and I’ve always said that is silly. I always feel grateful for the age I am because I’ve reached an age that many others sadly haven’t and therefore I feel it’s important to value every single day.
But I have had a confidence crisis since turning 35! Wondering if I’m “too old” to be wearing this or that. I remember when I turned 30 it was the most confident I’ve ever felt in my own skin. I felt good about myself after years of taunts about being slim, having small boobs and for having red hair. But I’d grown into my own skin and I loved the confidence I felt. Confidence is sexy (arrogance isn’t!) and I have recently longed to feel that again.
Of course having two babies is going to change your body. It changes your shape, your boobs, your energy levels and of course your perspective. And as much as I am Josh and Hollys Mummy, I’m still Fi. And Fi loves her make up. And Fi will rock the hell out of her new knee high boots (which she is NOT too old for). And Fi will remind herself now and then to grasp a bit of that confidence back. And if a bit of make up is part of it then I will indeed indulge!
Let’s feel good in our own skin ladies, celebrate ourselves and own a bit of confidence in ourselves.