Confidence isn’t something you have – it’s something you earn
Since this penny dropped for me, it’s been so liberating. A strong sense of self-confidence isn’t something that just happens. For so long I looked at people who appeared to be confident and wondered how they did it. And now I know….. You must believe in yourself, truly and wholeheartedly.
THE JOLIE-PITT SPLIT: Why can’t we respect their request for respect?
No matter which way you cut it, the news this week that one of the world’s most famous families is disintegrating is shocking and sad. But for me the most shocking and the saddest part about it right now is the vilification of both Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt and
More than a mumbod
I am more than just a body. Three years into parenting and at thirty-three years old, I am finally able to utter these words without adding silent caveats, such as: “but it would be nice if my thighs were a bit thinner and my legs were a bit longer”. Being
Are we winning at the generation game?
The other day I had a conversation with my mother-in-law that’s had a really profound and liberating effect on me, and I want to share it with you in the hope that it might do the same for you. We were just catching up about the blog and how it’s
Let’s stop the finger-pointing
A couple of months back I posted a rant on my Facebook page about a run-in I had when out with a friend in Waitrose café. We’d been sharing a proud mum moment while watching our two toddlers play together when an older gentleman (I use the term loosely) came
What a difference a year makes
This time last year, I decided to start a blog because I’d found it flippin’ difficult to get back into a regular routine of exercise after I’d had Xav. I figured if I started writing about how I was working on trying to put myself first a bit more, I’d
When two becomes one
When you meet someone and it starts to get all serious, the relentless quizzing begins: “Are you going to put a ring on her finger, then?” Two nanoseconds after the engagement announcement everyone wants to know when the wedding is. On the wedding day the question shifts to when the
There’s a mum on the loose
A couple of weekends ago I went on a friend’s hen do up in London. You know the drill – lovely plans with a brilliant gaggle of girls and tonnes of fun. It was a really great day. (And not just because my wonderful Dad picked up the toddler at
The days are long, but the years are short
In a couple of days Xav turns three. Everyone tells you that time somehow fast-forwards when kids are growing up. I think I’m really lucky because I had some experience of this before he was born. My youngest brother was born when I was 15 and we bought him his
Xav turns three next Thursday. And he still drinks milk in the morning and at night from a bottle. We’ve tried on numerous determined occasions to introduce a different vestibule for his beloved white stuff, and each time the score ends up: Xav – 1, Parents – 0. He’s nowhere