I have had something weighing heavy on my heart but it didn’t all come together for me until I crawled into bed tonight and had to crawl back out to write this article. This post is likely going to cause some friends to unfriend or unfollow me but in the end, it’s not my intention to criticize, rather to scream from the rooftops.
WE ARE GOOD ENOUGH.
I was in direct sales for four years. It allowed me to build my own schedule and work from home while raising my daughters. It gave me financial freedom. I quit once it became too much to be both a full-time mom and part-time consultant. I’ve had to give up many creature comforts as a result, but I am fortunate enough to have a husband that earns enough and a family that supports us enough that we can survive on one-income. That is not the case for many others, which is why direct-sales truly offers the best of both worlds.
Having said that, my newsfeed is FILLED with my friends in direct-sales. I am so happy that it has given them an unexpected career path, providing support, goals, and money along the way. I know how truly joyful it feels to succeed in that business.
But when I am constantly confronted with photos of how I can trim fat off of my body or improve the wrinkles on my face, I am left wondering “Am I good enough?”
I recognize we all likely have room for improvement. I have a growth-focused mindset, love learning and am always open to learning a new perspective. I respect the desire to feel good about yourself and I am happy for those that found success after they received that push they needed in the right direction.
The fact of the matter is, I feel pressure to continually look younger and fitter. I enjoy fitness for the natural high it gives me, the personal satisfaction of having done it and the health benefits. Sure I like looking cute in a dress, but with three daughters at home, I certainly don’t obsess about it. I had major body issues as a teenager and fought hard to recognize that my personal worth was much more than the size of my waist. And I don’t want my girls to see their mommy worrying about such things. I DO want them to see me exercise, but I don’t want it to become something they constantly worry about whether they are “keeping up” as they age. I want it to be a healthy part of life- not about achieving a certain “look”.
The same goes for my face. Y’all. I’m aging. Some of us do it more gracefully than others. And yes, it can be hard to look in the mirror and see some extra lines that didn’t used to be there. And yes, I realize there are SUPER effective regimens out there that will decrease the appearance of these lines but dammit- I DON’T WANT TO. I don’t want to wash my face twice a day (I never have as gross as that may be for some to read) but what’s more, I don’t want to focus on turning back the hand of time.
Each year that I age means another year I’ve been fortunate to live on this Earth. I’m not trying to sound poetic, I’m just being real.
Lately, I’ve started an open dialogue with my oldest. I realized, too late, how much I am the cause of her obsession with princesses because I gave her the tools- the movies, the dolls, the performances. Now, I am doing damage control, talking to her about true beauty- that it comes from the inside. That you can’t put a pretty dress on the witch in Snow White and make her beautiful. That kindness is what makes somebody beautiful. But it’s a hard sell when all she has ever known as role models have been ageless beauties.
I want her to see a mom who ages gracefully. I don’t mind using some wrinkle creams here and there or some makeup when I want to look especially nice. But my husband fell in love with a girl on the beach, with no makeup. When I asked him to buy me a perfume for Christmas he told me it would be a bottle of sunscreen because that’s what he loves. He loves the memory of us on that beach. He loves me unfiltered. And I do, too.
My friends who are ruling their businesses. . . I am so happy for you to find that purpose and success. I know for some customers, it has been absolutely life-changing and I celebrate that with you.
It’s just hard when I have SO MANY friends who are involved. Rather than seeing one post a day or every few days, I am literally bombarded with over 20 posts a day of before and after photos- of pounds lost, of lashes lengthened and faces “improved”.
So for those of you who feel the same as I do, I want to hold your hand and remind you that you are good enough, just the way you are. If you feel inspired and want to improve the clarity of your face and the tone of your body, I have many wonderful friends that can get you on the right track. And if you are comfortable with where you are, I say cheers to you. So am I.
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