Thanks to the lovely writer (and soap fan) Mark Rosenberg, my thoughts on the new All My Children, and the story that led up to this amazing moment in time, are chronicled in the au-courant Huffington Post! Check it out HERE!
I was sorry they did not use the photo I sent, but in honor of the attempt to use it, I am sharing it with you. Perhaps it was a bit too risqué for their mag? I don’t know. Whatever!
This pic was a part of the photo shoot I did a few months ago. One I did just for me, to celebrate being 43. YEP forty-three. I do not lie about my age because it would make me feel bad and I don’t want to propagate any myth that it isn’t cool to be in your 40’s. It’s WAY COOL. I can’t do anything about what YOU think 43 is, but in my mind, it is nothing to feel apologetic about.
That said, this was not the message I received growing up. I was told that after I turned 40 I should hang up my hat on all things sexy, romantic, or beautiful. That I should put on my mom jeans and forget about it. Well I decided this was bullshit, and this photo shoot is one expression of that decision!
I also realized that in the three years I have been writing my book, I wore my fuzzy robe and slippers far too far into the day. I would occasionally get some workout clothes on, but often didn’t make it to the gym. I was, I think, struggling with the content of my book and just needed to comfort myself as much as possible. I also put on some pounds and drank too much. Ah, the writer’s life. I still love me a martini… Mmmm.
As the book neared its completion point I realized had to start shaking it all off. I had to start letting go of the past and embracing the present. To me, that meant treating myself better. This didn’t mean I’m was going to give up my fuzzy robe and slippers anytime soon (because they are damn comfy) but that when I got dressed (and it is an effort, believe it or not) I would try more and more to put on something decent, do my makeup, and wear my nice jewelry.
Sometimes I think that they had it right in the 1950’s. What you wear matters, but only because it is an expression of who you are. It shows a respect for life, and for the people in your life. Trust me, I’m not putting on stockings and heels and a girdle every day (HELL NO) but putting on pretty underwear, clean jeans and a nice sweater can really make a difference in how I feel about myself.
There is nothing wrong with being nice to yourself, which is also not what I was taught growing up. I was taught I was selfish for asking for anything, that I should be grateful for what I have, that I should take care of everybody else and keep my real feelings to myself. I realized that is WAY WRONG. It is not nice and not cool and it doesn’t lead to anything like happiness.
It’s important for you to know when I talk about self-improvement, I’m not trying to be a teacher or tell you what YOU should think or how you should be. I’m no guru nor do I want to be one. I’m just saying this is MY experience. If you get something from it, that’s AWESOME.
I hope today you can be a little nicer to yourself, too.