Forcing Glam

You're a mom. Showers are lightning fast. Going pee in private is out of the question. Shaving is a rare occasion and putting on makeup is saved for special occasions. Does this sound like you? It sure sounds like me. That is why I force myself to get dolled up once in awhile. I need to remind myself that there is still a piece of me that is capable of looking glam. Sure, the stretch marks will always be there, my skin shows signs of stress and aging and I'm nothing like my pre baby self.

Getting glam is important because it proves to myself that I am more than just a taxi cab/toilet scrubber/lunch maker. I have lost myself in motherhood on many occasions. I become grouchy, tired looking and a tad melancholy. I start to begrudge the daily grind of cleaning messes and feeding mouths. Forcing the glam is like breaking out of the binds. Even if I'm only going grocery shopping, I still dress cute, do my hair and slap on some gloss. It makes me feel good and chase away the just a mommy blues.

Don't get me wrong, I know that my job is the most important one in the world. I am lucky to get to raise my own kids and be their primary love giver. That is why it is crucial to satiate my inner diva as well. It creates a balance and balance is the key ingredient to living happy. You can see happiness on a woman's face and it is simply gorgeous.

Nurture your inner diva. Force it if need be. You will thank me.

Live Glamorously~Kadi

Of Age and Beauty

A woman may develop wrinkles and cellulite, lose her waisteline, her bustline, her ability to bear a child, even her sense of humor, but none of that implies a loss of her sexuality, her femininity...~ Barbara Gordon.

I've always been afraid of growing old. My vanity started at a young age and the thought of being old always drove me to try every anti aging product on the market, far sooner than necessary. As thirty crept up on me last year, the panic set in. How would I survive turning thirty? Fine lines began appearing, throwing me into bouts of depression over getting old. Then the day came that I was no longer twenty nine and nothing, but everything, changed. I was still the same person.
When I smile, my dimples still show. Yes, there are lines around my eyes, but the centers still glisten with excitement. I have put on some weight, but it makes me look more womanly. My hair appointments have become more frequent, but so has my sex life. For every negative thing that I could come up with, there has also been something wonderful to discover about my journey into thirty.
I am more confident. For the first time in my life, I no longer feel the need to apologize to everyone all the time. I am not sorry for my choices and actions. I am sure of myself and where I am in life. I have more patience with myself and my children. I see my husband maturing and it has made him even more handsome than he's ever been. My body is finally healed from the numerous childbirths and my energy is no longer suffocated by pregnancies. I have had enough life experience to help others who have not yet traveled the paths I have. Of course, I'm also wise enough to know that I still do not know much compared to countless other women. I'm also old enough to value the thoughts and advice of those who have gone before me.
Leaving behind my young adulthood has made me see how beautiful it truly is to grow older. I am enjoying the first year of my thirties and am proud to say that I actually am starting to look forward to what the next decade and beyond holds for me!

Here is a lovely slideshow of gorgeous women over 30: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ynpt7ePXBg

Live Glamorously~ Kadi