Just Like Everyone Else..

It's true, I said it.. I'm just like you.

I have insecurities in the same way every other individual does. 

I won't lie, in the same way it would be unrealistic for me to say that learning to love yourself shall lead you into eternal happiness.. that self love is an end game, it's not. It is however an ongoing seed of growth, it will stunt at times, it may wilt a little but eventually it will flourish..  

You must choose to nourish your body & soul. When those difficult wobbles occur, don't fall back into a dark gloom, instead deal with the issue at hand. 

For example, this photo.. 

I immediately thought 'nope I don't like it', yet I chose to leave it lurking in my camera roll to later look back on it & think 'why don't I?'.. Really, why?!

In all honesty, I thought I looked larger than I feel, my mind immediately pinged that the angle was obscure & not hugely flattering, that my dress puffed out, my hair was falling only on one side & that my face was quite frankly very - round!

SLAP - it happened, my insecure habits peeped up to say hello.. 

But what did I do? I looked again.. I saw my smile, my little boy, the trees, the leaves, the sunshine.. & I remembered the joy as I walked along that path as Alfred pottered on ahead. 

Fine I'm not in a contrived pose, I haven't taken a thousand selfies to get one good shot, okay I didn't take the photo but  it's 'Me'. Natural me, without much thought, in a moment of happiness with the one I love & friends. 

My self love blossomed once again & I posted this photograph with much delight all over my internet feeds, feeling proud to overcome the seedlings of doubt. 

So yes I'm like you, & you can be like me to.. Don't let those demons take control, grab your life in your hands & embrace it. Enjoy who you are, feed that seed.. learning to love yourself is the greatest gift of all.. So start giving. 

Those Nasty Words

So the other day I experienced my first internet troll in quite some time, she typed away 'Ew..' on her phone, clicked 'Post' & there it was staring back at me..

The photo in question is actually one I really quite adore...


Yet isn't it amazing how someone feels the need to share such a negative comment?.. I often ponder what does one get out of sharing such words & I always come to the same conclusion - a warped sense of self comfort?.. they feel the need to bring you down because something inside themselves isn't happy. I know this because I'm happy & I wouldn't dream of trying to make someone else unhappy..  in fact I try to do quite the opposite.

Anyways, more to the point.. what to do when someone doesn't like your body - it's quite simple - SMILE.

It doesn't actually matter after all! They are never going to be in my skin, so why on earth should their opinion make any difference to the way I lead my life ? - it shouldn't & it doesn't.

Love yourselves that little bit more, it definitely won't be the reaction their expecting & shall definitely make your life a lot more fun ;)

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas & have a Happy New Year ! My blog will be back up and running properly in 2015 with a whole new look. If anyone would like to collaborate in some way, please feel free to send me a message at isabellajane@hotmail.com

xoxox

Blogger Help

Hello Ladies & Gents,

 I was wondering if there was someone out there who would be willing to give my blog a revamp / helping hand? Be it with a little guidance or taking some creative control...

if you're interested please email me at isabellajane@hotmail.com

Thank you 

XOXOXOX

A Stomach Of Beauty

So blissfully in love with the skin I'm in ❤️

I can't imagine , nor remember wanting to be anything but ME. In fact if I could bottle & sell self love I would give it for free... What I'm attempting to do now! I love art along with life drawing and perhaps that's why I see the human form in a different way but hell do I think we are all beautiful... Just like fingerprints we wind along our own truly delightful paths, twisting and turning.. 

So magical. 

I may be nude, my stomach may sag, my stretch marks, scars so prominent, but damn I'm so close to being 'healthy', I love rocking my curvy hips, my tiny waist, lifting / pushing myself into a bra... Fine I'm not societies version of perfect... But hell with their perfection for I am a beautiful real woman. I don't need effects or photoshop to be proud, neither should you. If we want to wear a bikini, or skin tight clothes we shouldn't be afraid, we are gorgeous! We are mothers, sisters, ladies, women, daughters, aunties, grandmothers, etc. We need to start appreciating ourselves as well as others... Every time you give someone a compliment give yourself one... Self love starts within, so tonight close your eyes and think about just one thing you adore about your looks or character, smile... Knowing you're an angel. Tomorrow wake up positive & loving who you are you.shine, sparkle, enjoy life & cherish who you are ! 

I LOVE YOU! you have had such a huge impact on my life. Thank you so much 💖

Please note that my story is mostly shared via my Instagram & Facebook pages. @ CurvaliciousGirl 

You can also contact me here or via email at isabellajane@hotmail.com

Those Jeans

The reality of loose skin in jeans, my stomach gets turned into a round bulge & it isn't the most flattering view!... However check out my legs!?! I had to look twice..  Okay my stomach isn't flat, but I can still rock it, in baggy tops or not, the image on the right has always intimidated me, In fact I would probably feel more confident in underwear, but today for the first time I am really comfortable, it doesn't horrify me, it doesn't make me sad, it makes me happy ... I'm content, I adore my reflection & how far I've come,  I truly love that I can rock a pair of jeans after more than 5 years of living in leggings.. Yes they're a size 16, but size doesn't really mean a thing! It's about how you choose to embrace your shape, how you style yourself, how you wiggle your hips, smile & hold your head high. My body is my own, as long as I'm pleased & proud then that's all that really matters.. 

So slip on your jeans ladies & strut your stuff, you're beautiful, never forget it & never feel you can't wear what you want to, style doesn't have a size....✨ x

PS. Sorry for lack of posts I haven't been well, please bare with me - in the meantime feel free to add your name to the self love parcel list if you want a shot, I will try and get around to it once I'm feeling better xxx 💖 all info is on Instagram @Curvaliciousgirl 

Fluctuating Weight.

Ok so last week I experienced my first 'gain' it was 0.5 of a lb.. Yes that sounds ridiculous, especially as I changed my weigh-in outfit from silk to cotton.. But I actually felt like crying.. 

RIDICULOUS!!!!👋 slap. 

BUT It did make me realise this loosing malarkey isn't going to go on forever, I will hit my gold WeightWatchers, & start maintaining, & I am bound to fluctuate ?!. It was just a sharp stab to reality.. My first gain since I joined WW on 3/01/13. 

I have to admit it has made me more determined, almost a boost in fact... But It did take me half an hour to change my mind from tears.. We all experience those horrible moments, disappointed, sad, angry even.. I just haven't in so long, It hurt, but we can do it, don't let it knock you, decide it will make you work harder ! Health is where I'm headed, running half a marathon, being truly healthy & fit..  that's all I want & all I need.. 

So this week I'm focusing on fitness, attempting regular small burts of exercise, switching up my diet - trying new recipes, steering away from easy unhealthy snacks & creating a happy clean home, moving furniture around, throwing things away etc - which always helps me feel inspired! 

What gets you inspired? Creates a relaxed mind? Keeps you focused? 

Whatever it is you can do it. Even during the toughest of moments ♥️♥️♥️

So smile ladies, & never stop.. We are all beautiful & strong xx 

Defining 'Perfection'

 

Rib cage, pillows of skin under arms, breasts, stomach & thighs, ooh not forgetting the stretch marks & scars... 

Many a word / expression that will pop in to people's head when they see this photo, many an observation to be made.. Yet it doesn't intimidate me in the slightest, I couldn't be prouder to capture who I've become, who I am, so natural and real. I love my body. My stretch marks have faded, my skin has shrunk, my figure shines. 

There's nothing more perfect than being comfortable with your so called 'imperfections', your body in its pure form.

When you type 'perfect' into Google you get this..

'having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.'

Who sets out the rules and regulations ? The desirable features?.. That's just it - you do, we all do! Every individual has a different mind, desire, heart, opinions...  everyone defines perfection in their own unique way. Just because you may stare at another girl walking down the street & think 'wow', it doesn't mean I will.  Just because you may love, accept, or hate my body, doesn't mean another person or I shall. 

I am being as good as it is possible for me to be - therefore I am my own kind of perfect. 

That's exactly what you should strive for, not societies view, but of your own, to make the most of yourself & to be happy with the skin you're in - After all it's your life, your body, you're happiness, no one can take that away from you if you don't let them. 

It's Monday, a new week, a new start, a new positive mind. Your oyster  Xxx