Last week I was lucky enough to head across to sunny Ipswich and revisit one of my recent favourite countryside spots, Wilderness Reserve with one of my most loved beauty brands, Elemis.
Hidden away across fields of gold (that’s brown dying grass, FYI- thanks heatwave) and lots of vocal sheep- despite only being my second time here- it felt just as gorgeous as I remember, with everything from the manor, country house and lake being the perfect setup for some late evening sunshine. Plus, is a trip every bad when you’re surrounded by inspiring women? I learnt so much more about the brand that I’m excited to share soon, so watch this space, folks.
On top of that, I got to spend time with some wonderful ladies in the industry, including Carrie– which naturally equates to plenty of girlie chatter and deep, meaningful chats (ahem- Love Island – ahem).
And that’s kind of what I wanted to touch on today, here. On the way down, Carrie and I found ourselves knees deep in the comparison talk- except, instead of looking at others we were looking at ourselves. I wouldn’t normally divulge the inner musings of friends chatting here- but it really did make me think.
As women, I feel like we’re constantly placed in a position whereby we’re constantly striving for different, or better. It’s the whole Love Island spiel of ‘I’m happy, but could I be happier?’ and it’s only when you look at photographs of yourself from summers gone by that you actually think ‘hey, I didn’t look terrible, did I?’ But it’s only after it’s too late that the confidence kicks in, and that’s exactly why I wanted to put it on paper. I’m tired of looking back and wanting to positively bump myself for not embracing myself, or giving myself the self love and boost when I needed it. We’re our own worst critics (even next to the Daily Mail), and I know for myself, I need to do better.
Why are we so cruel to ourselves in the present and forgiving in the future?
So this post is a little celebration of the here and now- the little love note to myself to make sure I don’t take that feeling for granted. I’m by no means a confident person, but one day I may not feel how I do now and I don’t want to constantly be in a state of striving.
I want to be able to enjoy myself now and try and put appearance second- not worry about the sometimes trivial and simply celebrate it now and then again afterwards. Flounce around in a field if you want to- who cares what anyone else thinks? Wear the short dress! Or don’t! Dress without regret and definitely like you’re a struggling poet or part of the Bloomsbury set (see reference points above)- because life is short, florals and good but you are better.
P.S To Liv of last year, wear the bikini- don’t worry about dimply legs, knees or otherwise. They help you swim! Remember when you couldn’t?! You’re lucky. Don’t worry about those black skinny jeans or printed trousers not fitting- you never wore them much anyway- and to Liv of now, soak it all up- wear the things you think you have to wait to wear, because you’re only young once and one day you’ll look back and don’t want to have wasted it worrying, you donut.