rose in bloom - Something Really Dramatic
Something Really Dramatic
I’d been admiring the beautiful manicures of many women for some time and this was another area where I had convinced myself that because of my size I wasn’t worth being “indulged” in such a way. What foolishness.
It was time for me to take stock of the situation and either slip back into believing I was of not much value, or else steadily striving forward and doing everything possible to no only enhance my body to my best ability but to do things that would please me, To no longer take notice of people who would say “don’t be silly” or “don’t bother”, but simply because I felt it was about time I saw myself as I truly am, I focussed on expanding my confidence. That included my appearance and more especially my “feelings” about myself.
My hands and feet are no longer young. They’ve changed somewhat over the years. Perhaps my hands show signs of neglect over the years, but they are an essential part of me and need to be pampered a little as well. The same goes for my legs and feet. Thickened here and there, but they’re doing me proud. These limbs have carried me through a lot of experiences. However the time has come to talk of many things, and manicures and pedicures are well up in the list of things to do for myself.
I've looked at women with lovely hands and nails and been envious, I can tell you. How I have wished to have their lovely nails - because whether you agree or not, our hands reflect much of our personality, in the way we hold them, we express ourselves in conversation, we hug people, we hold people and beautiful things, we describe activities and word pictures.
It took me some years to gather up the courage to decide to do something definite about my nails. With a great deal of trepidation I made an appointment. Trepidation? Yes, I had always believed I was foolish to want something for myself in this way, especially as I expected beauty therapists and technicians to look disparagingly at me because of my size. How much time I wasted in thinking I was ungainly, fat, not worth worrying about over many years; now I was determined to do something really positive for myself.
My first visit to a nail technician was a delight. She was big, buxom, and beautiful in both looks and personality, bubbling with fun and confidence. This soon transferred through to me. I felt relaxed and very much at ease.
It didn’t take me long to realise I should have followed my dreams and instincts earlier, and not denied myself some of these luxuries. I recall the moment I knew I was taking back control of my life, and my confidence was leading me further and further into a rewarding acceptance of self and of life.
If you're a big girl like me, then you'll know what I'm talking about when I say that over the years, leaning over to trim my toenails has been an effort in engineering principles quite beyond my capacity to undertake let alone successfully achieve. It has caused me embarrassment, dissatisfaction at my own failings, and increased discomfort at back pain. I've even toppled over once or twice! Yet I'm very aware, as everybody should be, that foot care is as important as hand and body care.
As the years have rolled on, Beauty Therapy has undergone many changes in directions too. So it is with a great sense of “yes!”, that I now see Beauty Technicians who not only attend to faces, bodies and hands, but also to feet. I'm not taking about foot health here, I'm talking about foot beauty! I'm amongst the first to say that a big woman must familiarise herself with foot health care, and to locate a user-friendly Podiatrist. They are worth their weight in gold too!
So pedicures come into the picture too. There’s something so soothing and relaxing about having a foot soak followed by a massage and then nail trim and care. If that means colour then go with your instincts.
As a little aside, my friend Theo (short for Theodora) laughs with uncontrollable gaiety when she speaks about visiting ANY beauty therapist - face, body, hands, feet.She looks as me quite seriously, lifts her eyebrows, and bellows with laughter, as she says, “Who says you have to have sex to feel a whole woman?” I guess it's in the mind, rather than in the eye!”
My objective?
To surprise myself every day with new delights
What I gained!
Feelings of self-worth and satisfaction mingled with a strange sense of bliss
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