The whole reason I started this blog was because it has taken me a lifetime to take off my mask and be the real me. I know there are millions of other women and girls in exactly the same position. I know there are. To find the freedom I have is exhilarating. Living behind a mask is exhausting, it is bad for our health; both physical and mental.
You may be just like me and due to outside influences you don't even know who the real you is. Well let me encourage you to start searching now. It is never too late, no matter what your age may be.
I was on that train that seemed to travel around the world without stopping to let anyone off, of feeling like I had to look perfect and be perfect when I took the kids to school. In actual fact, I had been up half the night with babies, felt like a dog and only makeup and my (mask) smile could hide the fact.
My children had to wear the latest fashions and having 6 children, that was a killer! Firstly, it was an unwise use of money when we really could not afford it and secondly, it was really about making me look good, not them!
There is nothing wrong with dressing well and dressing our children well. There is nothing wrong with makeup to cover our sleepy eyes but it is all about the motives. And you alone know them. This is not a criticism of anyone, I was once that person! It is about seeing you be free to be who you really are, underneath that mask.
One of the first real lessons I have ever had was when my husband was getting into politics. I was incredibly insecure. I didn't know who I was or who I was meant to be. I had no idea what I was supposed to wear! We had only been around church life for the last several years and to be now getting photographed for the local newspapers and going to functions to meet people was a whole new ball game. Why so many people automatically assumed I was politically knowledgeable because my husband was still confuses me to this day. And my lesson was this....
A man started questioning me about politics in Queensland. (I am in New South Wales). I didn't even know anything about New South Wales politics let alone Queensland! I just nodded along, smiling and pretending I knew what he was talking about until he asked me a direct question I could not answer. I had a revelation at that point that began the change of being free for me. I found a sense of strength as I told him I didn't know the answer. I realised in that split second that I have to be me. The one and only me. It was a powerful moment and one that brought a sense of strength and freedom. As I said it was just the very beginning. The iceberg was still submerged.....
Girls are feeling they have to fit in (and this is a universal problem) and if I can help just one then I will be thrilled. We were created to be different! That is why it is so mentally and physically exhausting trying to be something we are not.
We are all beautiful and unique and if only we had the sense of freedom to be that unique person. To wear what we really want to wear; to reach our full potential because we are not afraid to climb out of that box.
Allowing others to be who they really are without being judgemental is important too. Let's just relax; relax about our own lives and other people's too. I still struggle with having to have a perfect home when visitors come over but years ago I was maniacal about it. I would stress for days, upsetting the whole household. I would end up screaming at everyone to help me clean and resent the fact I had invited anyone over. Is it all really worth it? Of course not.
This is a subject I am quite passionate about and so much more could be said but I am trying not to write long and boring blogs...
So if this is you, if you can relate to what you have read here, please choose to be (or find) the real you. You will be far happier if you do :)
Remember, I love hearing from you.
Lots of love,
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