Feeling myself
No, you filthy minded perverts this is not a post about masturbation. Get your minds out of the gutter.
This is about feeling truly alive and loving myself. It cost me 0 dollars and 0 pounds sterling.
A few weeks ago I went to the MAC store in Convent Garden to purchase something. They gave me a small sample of mascara. I thought it was cute and made a mental note to put it on one day when I needed to “Gee myself up” for work.
Well I did… and it was amazing. To the point where I’m buying this mascara full size. This is not a sponsored post so I’m not going to tell you what mascara it was but needless to say I looked hot. This meant I ended up putting on a full face of makeup. Some days the universe smiles on you. To the point where my makeup stayed on point all evening.
I had an interesting day at work after that and went on a couple of walks. I needed it because I’d seen a picture of my ex and it gave me anxiety attack (I briefly thought he was stalking me, he’s not) So then when I came back from this second walk I decided to have a party… By myself.
Let me tell you about the Annie parties. I dance for hours/until my airpods give out (Damnit Apple!) and I enjoy the hell out of myself stone cold sober. I may look straight laced but I have “Knees like Meghan” and I have bone structure of Beyonce so don’t mess with me. I had stunning makeup, Meghan’s knees and Beyonce’s figure. I had the time of my life. I’d been depressed recently and my life coach contacted me to check in on me, and I was dancing the night away as the embodiment of Nikki, Beyonce, and Rihanna. (The diva list will get longer as this post goes on) So I felt great and it made me think of how much it cost me. 0.
Often we think self care is something that costs money. The candles? Cost money. Nails? Money? Journal? Money. But actually truly the best things in life really are free! I spent £1.98 on new music listened to 90’s pop. Christian Music, Soca and country rock. It was as complex as me.
I feel great but my knees are warning me of the consequences I will face in the morning.
Consequences has been my favourite word of late. Its about to be my least favourite word when 2.5 hours of dancing come back to bite me.
Love yourself, its free!
Grace and Courage.
Annetta Mother Smith.