I enjoy being a girl
The one thing I love about my new life is that I have rediscovered myself. How many of you lost yourselves along the way? I know I did.
Before I was married, my jobs took me around the world and I amassed a wardrobe of brightly coloured clothes on my travels.
And then I settled down. Years later and many several pounds heavier, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw someone else. I saw a beige person.
“Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?”
I dressed in beige and black. What had happened to the brightly coloured clothes? My hair was beige where once it was fiery red, dirty blond or rich mahogany, depending on the whim of the moment. My life was beige. I had turned into a wife, a mum, someone who focused on everyone else’s needs and forgot her own. And I was working in my husband’s business, living his dream, not mine.
Let me clarify. I love being a mum. I loved the love that came from that little person. The smile that melts your heart. The chubby arms wound tightly around your neck. And these days, the strong manly arms that still open up to give me a massive hug.
But something was missing. I needed colour, I needed life. I needed to find the old me. It may have taken the breakdown of my marriage for it to happen, but little by little that fun me began to rise from the ashes, and not only am I the person I used to be, I am a new, improved version for having gone through the trauma.
The heartbreak weightloss was an added bonus. My wardrobe is filled once more with fun, colourful clothes and I am enjoying being a girly girl, surrounding myself with things I love. I am happier than I have been in a long, long time. I am in control of my life and, as my best friends and family say, “Susie’s back!”
Who do you see in the mirror? If I can rise up, so can you. Maybe it’s time for you to ask yourself ‘What do I really want?’ and focus on your needs and wants. Because when you do, amazing doors start to open and you can become the person you were always meant to be.