Theres something about women that makes us put everyone else first. We ensure our husbands are happy, fulfilled, enjoying their work. The kids are fed and clothed, that their tender hearts and sponge-like brains are nourished with all that they need. Their parents are OK and not struggling with anything as they age. The friends are happy. Keeping in touch with everyone, looking after everyone, doing the food shop, mums taxi, paying the bills, keeping on top of the birthday parties and the presents and cards and parents evenings and late nights and on and on and on. I meet women who have become so good at looking after their loved ones, theyve stopped looking after themselves. It starts gradually. The £80 appointment at the salon swapped for a cheaper, less time consuming version in exchange for ballet lessons for her daughter. The cancelled waxing appointment never gets rebooked after her son was poorly. That shopping trip for new clothes becoming increasingly frustrating because the kids want to look at toys, and theres not enough room for the pushchair, and the parking is expensive and actually theres not enough time because karate is at 5pm and think of all that traffic. And 3 or 4 or 7 or 11 years later she looks in the mirror and no longer recognises herself. Shes Jacobs Mum. Roberts wife. You know, the one who always looks half-dressed. When did it happen? How did it happen? She vaguely remembers looking at her own Mother and swearing shes never let herself go. That shed always look stylish. But all she sees is a plain, dull, slightly overweight woman with a functional hairstyle, a fleece, a baggy T.Shirt and jeans she bought in Sainsburys when she did the food shop. And as she looks, and remembers a time when she had time - and the know-how - to apply make-up, theres a feeling. As she looks deeply into her own eyes, she asks Is this it? Am I done? Is this REALLY the rest of my life?. She might not know the answer but I do. The answer is NO. This isnt it. There is so much more in store. And theres a stronger, more beautiful woman ready to emerge and start this next phase of life. She just needs some help getting out. And thats my job. Thats the easy party - honestly. The hard part is having the courage to say No this isnt IT for me and saying YES to change. To rediscovering herself, her beauty. If you know this woman, if you are this woman, lets talk. I want to help.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 06:37:49 +0000
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