I’m Feeling Like a New Woman

“I always think you look lovely in that shirt”, a message from my colleague lit up my computer screen. I haven’t felt my best this week – there have been a lot of tears to do with my own demons – and by the time it got to Thursday morning, I dreaded the thought of painting a fake smile on my face for another two days at work.

I’m sure you can imagine how much her comment lifted my spirits, and I thanked her immediately for the lovely, kind words she had to say. I certainly didn’t feel lovely. My hair was playing havoc and the only makeup I had time for was a tiny bit of foundation that morning. You see, the blue chambray shirt is my go to when I need to be out of the door in two minutes (or simply when IDGAF), but it goes to show something so casual can still makes us look good to the world.

For the rest of the day, I floated around the office with my head up and I felt back to my usual, positive-yet-realist self. For the first time in a week, there were no fake smiles from me and even though I was tired, my body didn’t feel as heavy as it had done. Life wasn’t some heavy elephant that I had to carry around. And so, I promised myself I would pay that deed forward. Honest compliments really do make people feel better about themselves.

After having such a pants week, I booked myself in to get my eyebrows done on Friday evening. Unfortunately I inherited my Dad’s natural eyebrow shape so they’ve been my nemesis for as long as I can remember. But the beautician thinned them out and put a lovely arch in them – it just so happens it was the best £13 I’ve spent all month (even if it is a little extortionate). I walked out of that place feeling like a new woman. As I walked out of there with a spring in my step. It didn’t bother me I had no real weekend plans beyond life admin, half-marathon training and watching something funny on TV.

At that moment, I vowed to myself to finally get my hair dyed after talking about it for an entire year. Like a true cliche, I’m going in for the breakup haircut, a marker of change. All I’ve got to say is bring it on.

I’m not saying we need to change our appearance to be better people, but never underestimate the power of good eyebrows to make you feel better. Seriously.



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