So somehow, every person, no matter their status in society, or their physical size, or their mental state - feels like a lesser version of themselves at times. It’s only normal but we fight it - we want to believe that we’re switched on, always. Perhaps blame the picture perfect image that social media wants us to always portray. We created the monster, and now it’s hard to live with.
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I know how I myself, go up and down between the feelings of feeling fantastically stunning at times, especially when my tan looks good, my skin is not acting up at that moment, nothing hurts, and a leather set or even a bathing suit feels good on, anything that I feel is perhaps not as tight or wobbling, can be swatted away to the back of my mind at that point. But come a different time of the month, or an added level of stress, add some normal day to day responsibilities, and suddenly you don’t feel your hot self so much at every second of the day, which can feel like long moments strung together.
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We’re not always being honest about this, we certainly want to be on the upside of the wheel all the time - but that in itself, is also exhausting. Sometimes we need to slide down, be on the bottom, feel how that feels - it’s kinda where the aha moments happen. We actually know this - we’ve watched enough Oprah, Youtube shorts, Instagram reels, and enough documentaries have been filmed for us to know, horrible times are the times that build you up. We just actually wish it wasn’t so - couldn’t we have rather read the book or watch the movie and then know the ending? Having to go through the actual living experience is hard, tough and can break us sometimes.
So I’ll say it again - we’re not all full of confidence and assertiveness every second of every day - and that shouldn't be the expectation.
GETTING REAL FOR A SECOND: This shoot at a restaurant overlooking the wonderful Table Mountain in Cape Town, was HARD. About 8 months before I had a big health scare and was still recovering from it. It was a bit windy and cold, but more than that - I look back at the images and remember the amount of emotional pain I was in. My face feels puffy, my body was tired - and perhaps it shows. At least I loved my coat and that pink garment felt like the best hug in that moment.
With love,
Kitty
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