Sailor Vee

The ramblings of a former chubster. Her blog about weight loss, health, fitness, family, fun and living!

“I just want to get toned.”

From the gurus at http://www.bodybuilding.com…;

For some reason, women, their trainers, and advertisers have kidnapped the word “toned” and turned it into the ultimate lady goal. It seems that being muscular is not a goal women should aspire to. Here’s the real deal: You can’t see shape without muscles. You can run on the treadmill or swoosh away on the elliptical all day. Sure, you might get thinner, but without some meat on your delts, triceps, and biceps, you’ll never see those awesome shoulder caps.

Ladies, “I want more muscle,” is an absolutely legitimate goal to tell your trainer or your friends.

On a scientific note, “tone” actually has meaning on a physiological level. Your muscles maintain a low-level contraction, even when you’re at rest. That’s why your muscles are always at least a little firm. This is called “muscle tone,” or “residual muscle tension.” It helps keep you upright, and maintain balance and posture. In this light, there’s really no way to “tone up” your muscles—they’re already toned.

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Guest Post: Today’s Lesson from Cat

The Sailor is on a voyage far far away, so here is a guest post from the amazing Cat Hawkins;

 

Today’s Lesson.

It’s often said that there’s nothing so annoying as a reformed smoker. They flap their hands around whenever there’s a hint of cigarette smoke. They bang on and on about how bad smoking is for you and how it’s going to kill you. They tell you it’ll make those little lines round your mouth look like ravines and eventually you’ll look like you have a cat’s bum in the middle of your face.  They tell you you’ll have to breathe through a tube or with the help of a machine in your latter days before shuffling off in a painful and unglamorous fashion. They tell you it’s a waste of money, that it’s killing you. It’s a selfish thing to do. Think of your family, your friends, yourself. What kind of person would smoke knowing all that?

 

If you’re a smoker that sounds annoying, doesn’t it? But, and here’s the kicker, they’d be right. On all counts. Still, that doesn’t stop you feeling resentful and lighting up just to spite them.

 

Well, I’m here to tell you that there may just be something worse than a reformed smoker. Yes dear reader, it’s the reformed chubster.

 

I’m a fellow former chubster born of good chubster stock with lots of chubster friends and many chubster colleagues. I recently embarked upon a regime change, which included regular physical exertion and a healthy diet (I hate that word because it’s not a “diet” in the popular starve-yourself-miserable sense) based on good nutrition appropriate to me and my goals. It also included positive thinking and a shift in the way I see myself as I go about my daily life.

 

Fourteen weeks in and I feel great! Like, really great. I feel a lightness of body and mind I’ve never experienced before. I feel physically free and able, mentally agile. I feel like I’m on a high that will never end.  Why would I keep this amazing feeling to myself? Surely everyone wants to feel like this?

 

I want to tell EVERYONE about it. I want to shout it from the roof tops!

 

Don’t. If nothing else because it can be quite the slap in the face when you are likened to a glassy eyed, religious fanatic.

 

Not everyone is ready to hear all about the things they’re doing “wrong” in their lives and how the choices they’re making are bad for them. I use “wrong” in inverted commas here because in life things are rarely as black and white as right and wrong.  And if the person you’re talking to has some issues with their self esteem then it’ll be like listening to someone telling them how big a failure they are.  Feeling bad about yourself is often the biggest obstacle to positive change.

 

So instead of tutting at the chocolate bar or spouting obesity statistics, try a different approach.  Sure, if people ask you why you’re looking so trim or how you managed to run that half marathon, tell them what you did.  Give advice freely and with no expectation that it will be heeded. Remember that regardless of how “right” you know yourself to be, no matter how much medical evidence there is to prove that a large percentage of the western world is eating itself to death, no matter that you are living proof that change is a good thing, don’t preach. It may actually be the thing that stops someone from changing.

 

Here endeth today’s lesson.

xx

Cat

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Sailor Vee eats Pudding for Breakfast

I do. It’s true.

It’s getting fricking cold here on the island. Really cold in the mornings especially. I do like porridge but have about reached my boredom level with it and (given it’s likely to make a pretty big place in my competition preparation diet if I compete later this year) am giving it a rest. But where does that leave me for a healthy breakfast?

  • Love oats – but over porridge
  • Love eggs – but chronically too lazy too cook much at breakfast time
  • See above point, must cook in less than 3 minutes, preferably without me touching it
  • I know that I need a good balance of carbs/protein/good fats in my morning meal to keep me awesome all day
  • Must be warm. Maybe even hot. Some mornings it must be liquid magma hot to counteract our freezing island climate

Enter, the latest breakfast invention.

Breakfast pudding

Sailor Vee’s Banana Oat Breakfast Pudding

  • 1 x small banana, mashed
  • 1 egg
  • 1tbs chia seeds (black or white is fine)
  • 1/2 cup of quick oats
  • (If the mix is looking super dry I sometimes add a tiny dash of low fat milk)
  • (I find the banana makes it sweet enough, but you could add a little stevia if you wanted)

Method:

Mash banana, mix in egg, throw in oats and chia, mix until combined. Microwave for 2-3 minutes until set.

(Calories 353, Carbohydrates 50g, Protein 16g, Fats 16g)

**As the picture shows, I fairly frequently mix up what I throw in here. Sometimes I use sultanas instead of banana, and really you could use whatever makes you happy. To increase the protein percentage without upping the calories too much you could easily add another egg white or two.

ENJOY!!

Warm regards from the frozen island,

SV

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Australian Fitness & Health Expo – Bestie helps out!

So I was very kindly offered passes to the Australian Fitness & Health Expo this year and was super excited to go. THEN, I did my usual thing and realised that I had massively over-committed myself and couldn’t really make it. 

Luckily for me – and you! – I have a super amazing best friend who a) lives in Sydney b) has a pretty impressive and wide ranging fitness background herself and c) can write me under the table any day. And she was keen to pop along and report back for us. It will be almost like we were there!

So here we go! Review and report from the Fabulous Bex.

Thanks to the generous Sailor Vee, I had the opportunity to visit the Australian Fitness & Health Expo in Sydney this weekend. Wanting to pay it forward (and wanting company at the Expo because I knew I had a snowball’s chance with hell of getting my husband to come with me) I gave half of my double pass to my friend whom I shall call “the Raw Foodie”.

A quick disclaimer about our backgrounds before I launch into my discussion of the expo: the Raw Foodie works in a whole/raw food store, is passionate about clean eating and living, leans towards vegetarianism and prefers exercise from incidental movement (walking, cycling, hard labour) to slaving away in the gym for hours. I, on the other hand,  have been involved in sports since I was a kid and am currently into CrossFit, and my passion is the paleo* approach to food.

So the Raw Foodie and the Caveman walk into the Fitness Expo, and get blown away by the immensity: the place was PACKED. Packed full of stalls, packed full of people. And this was the last day of the expo! The types of people at the expo ranged from the professionals in health and fitness fields to the professional athletes, to the amateur athletes or the serious fitness freaks all the way down to the families who looked like they were just there for something to do on a Sunday afternoon. The organisers did a good job trying to pack as much into the space as they could and provide as much for everyone as they could– there were designated zones with specific themes and stalls of a feather were set up together – but it still got very congested (especially when the protein stands started to give away their showbags).

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So let’s start with the not-so good aspects of the Expo. Firstly, for an expo that from its name is said to be about “Fitness & Health”, the “health” side of things was poorly represented, mostly focusing on vitamins and supplements pills and drinks with very little emphasis on food and eating. There were a few exceptions (Janella Purcell’s talk on getting macro and micro nutrients from plants, Teresa Cutter’s quick food demonstration, and to some extent the MuscleMeal’s stand and the Vitamix guy) but for the most part the focus was on boxes and bottles and quick fixes rather than diet and foods.

The fitness side of things wasn’t much better: Raw Foodie was appalled by the emphasis on protein shakes, protein bars, protein powders and protein drinks (for the men) and diet foods, shakes, bars (for the women), rather than building protein and muscle mass through food.

I agreed, but secretly thought some of them actually tasted pretty good**

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So, I hear you asking, did you enjoy ANYTHING about the expo?

Heck yes!

There were some great products on display: Raw Foodie was introduced to a TENS machine via a hand-held version.

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There was “fitness furniture” that was not only very effective but looked beautiful***

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There were clothing stalls and equipment stalls, an entire zone filled with machines, more shaker stalls than you could every possibly need (although they are very fancy now, with internal compartments for your powder and pills, ooh la la), stalls for getting your PT credentials, stalls for getting vending machines into your gyms…..you name it, if you could somehow relate it to getting fit and healthy,  you could probably get it here.

But the best thing about the day had to be the demonstrations and competitions.

Around the perimeter of the expo were different stages, with demonstrations, group activities or competitions. The Healthy Living Stage had the cooking demonstrations, but also hosted some fitness discussions.

The one talk that I made it to at the Healthy Living Stage was a presentation by Ulrick Larsen about the common injuries and movement sins in CrossFit from a physiotherapy perspective. The talk was supposed to go through 7 of them injuries, but we barely got through one before time was up. For me, the talk was very interesting because I am very aware of the limitations of my body (dodgy knees, dodgy wrists, questionable shoulder) and am keen that CrossFit will increase my health and wellbeing, not decrease it by causing pain and injury. Had we had time, I would have hunted Ulrick down and picked his brain further. Raw Foodie also got something out of that talk (joint pain is directly correlated with muscle tension: or; she needs to stretch her quadriceps to ease her knee pain).

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Oh, and I got to be the demonstration model for this talk too. Thankfully there is no photographic evidence.

There was also a MMA zone, with boxing, grappling, MMA and other fighting-based competitions.

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A stage for Zumba and other fitness activities that the crowd could join in on (this guy here was touting the ViPR)

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And Raw Foodie and my favourite two stages: the Strength and Conditioning Stage and the “Arena”

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The Strength and Conditioning Stage played host to the Mr. NSW Body Building and Fitness Model heats and finals.  Raw Foodie was both disgusted and intrigued by the male body builders (disgusted by the overly muscled physiques and the fake tan, intrigued by what would make someone spend that much time working out and posing) While I have lots of thoughts about male body building (I don’t find THAT much muscle attractive, most of them are probably DMO****, and I think someone needs to take some of those boys in hand and teach them how to use fake tanner properly (such as: the product you use on your body shouldn’t really be the same product you use on your face)), I am secretly fascinated and impressed by the level of musculature that they can achieve. Some of their rear shoulder poses – I didn’t even know we HAD that many muscles in our shoulders!

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The women’s fitness model competition earned a similar level of disgust and intrigue from Raw Foodie (more about the outfits and the tan and the posing than anything, but but a little about the physicality of the girls as well). I found the models quite refreshing. The outfits and tanning and posing is nothing new^  but what was new was how these girls looked on stage: they were all shapes and sizes (some skinny, some you could say were of  more pheasant stock), but all had nice long lean muscles on their bodies, nary a protruding bone to be seen and just looked healthy and happy with their bodies and themselves. Much more inspirational than the fashion models and actresses that little girls usually aspire to become.

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Finally, my favourite place: The Arena. Tucked away in the corner was the strong man cage, but what drew the crowds (and my attention) was the CrossFit competition: men and women doing insane exercise and lifting insane weights for the privilege of being the strongest on the day and inspiring all who watched them as they did it. (including Raw Foodie).

In one of the heats of the women’s competition, the women do rope climbs and single leg squats, in another, they had to do handstand pushups and squats holding a 70kg bar^^.

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And while Raw Food thought these girls looked mean as snakes ^^^ there is a real community is CrossFit, so once one girl had completed her reps and moved on, she would start moving around and encouraging the other competitors too.

The final round of the men’s competition was relatively simple in comparison: carry a (100g) pallet bucket-style 5 meters down the arena, then run to the start and do squat thrusts (with two 25kg kettle bells). Rinse and repeat until the pallet is at the start line. This human machine is Ben: he was eventually crowned the winner of the Men’s competition.

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At the end of they day we escaped from the crowds relatively empty handed compared with crowd around us, our feet sore from walking around the expo for hours but our eyes opened to new experiences (Raw Foodie) and our bodies raring to hit the gym and pump some iron (me).

So thanks to Sailor Vee for letting me and the Raw Foodie experience the Fitness & Health expo, and hopefully you’ll be able to make it next year!

Notes and Annotations:

*Paleo = eating foods that our bodies have evolved to require, and not eating anything that either doesn’t benefit the body or is actively detrimental to the body. This means lots of free range protein, vegetables, saturated fats, fruit, nuts and seeds, limiting (or excluding) dairy, grains, legumes and starches and avoiding processed food.

** Raw Foodie and I had different approaches when it came to samples. While I try to eat Paleo, I’m not fanatical about it, and when faced with the prospect of free food (even if the free food has more chemicals in it than I can pronounce and would never usually give the time of day to) I have a hard time saying ‘no’. Raw Foodie, on the other hand, will not eat anything that isn’t natural. So as we approached stand after stand, and were asked “Would you like a free sample?”, the typical response was for me to say “Sure!” and throw whatever it was they were offering down my throat, while Raw Food reached for the packet, scrutinised the ingredients list and interrogated the booth babes about any chemical additives or ingredients she didn’t recognise. Which meant that by the time we got half way around the expo I was full from protein shakes and protein snacks and chocolate bars and fruit nibbles, and Raw Foodie was holding her coconut juice protectively in front of her chest, as though the carton would protect her from all the whey being thrown around.

*** The resistance in this upper-body spin machine comes from the water-wheel at the base: the faster you turn the handles, the more resistance you get from the wheel moving through the water. Looks harmless, but my arms definitely felt it.

**** “Display Model Only”. Coined by an ACT functional fitness trainer “Diamond” Dave Nixon, this refers to a person with impressive musculature who cannot perform everyday functional movements (i.e. they can bench press an elephant, but ask them to push something and they’ll barely move it an inch).

^ My background involves dancing, gymnastics and cheerleading, so I’m no stranger to elaborate outfits, levels of tan and posing in public with a big fake smile on your face.

^^ The smaller competitor in the yellow tank on the far right had the crowd on her side: she’s small and incredibly fast, but not as strong. The rule in this round was that if you dropped your weight, you had to clean it up (pick it back up), and Yellow Tank dropped her bar twice before the round was over. Each time, the crowd went nuts watching this little thing clean a bar that weight easily one and a half times her own weight.

^^^ She’s never seen Roller Derby girls

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Eff You Gluten Free Bun!!

NOOOO!

I was so excited for my home-made lunchtime open sandwich with avocado, baby spinach, tuna and parmesan. Been thinking about my Saturday lunch for about two days as I’ve not really been doing bread-type carbs much lately.

Today was the day. I assembled it, put it under the griller, got it out, resisted the urge to instagram a photo of it (I’ve been told it’s super boring of me to catalog everything I eat!) and am about to enjoy it when…..failure.

I’ve been brutally let down by the gluten free bun which turned into sawdust the second I picked it up.

Help me gluten-free warriors – will I ever find the perfect gluten free bread replacement?

This was the one I tried today:

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Still sad. I want a sandwich. Instead I picked at a plate of the topping while the ‘tank child’ we call kid#2 licked the crumbs that should have been a bun directly off my plate. So now I’m both disappointed and a little grossed out by my offspring.

Any ideas on making living gluten free less suck-tacular?

Cheers

SV

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Who are you calling disgusting?

Does your body appeal to everyone? Are you universally the most attractive human on the planet? If so, please stop reading this. You could (if you chose to) pass judgement on others. I bet you don’t though.

I bet you are like EVERYONE else. You have features that others find attractive. Maybe a whole lot of them. Maybe a few. Maybe you don’t even realise what they are! But the thing is, different things and different bodies appeal to different people.

I have a bit of a gripe today. I really want us all to make an undertaking never to use the words ‘gross’ or ‘disgusting’ when we are talking about another woman’s body.

I’ve decided to train towards a ‘figure international’ style body type. It’s a style of bodybuilding.

Yes. I said bodybuilding.

Cue the “EWWWWW”, “Those women are disgusting” or the even more abhorrent “They look like men”.

Shut up.

On stage, pumped-up, tanned-up and at the extremes of their musculature, the women I am inspired by look like this:

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These same women in their regular life? These are not BEFORE photos, they are just off stage photos.

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These women are fit, active examples of the type of fitness and shape I aspire to. Yet fifty percent of the people I’ve told that I am training for this have referred to this type of body as disgusting, unwomanly and freakish.

You can jump to their defence and say – oh they wouldn’t have meant these women. These women are hot. But what if a woman were more musclular?

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What if a woman were much thinner?

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Or significantly overweight?

Bella Before

Ask yourself – which of these women deserve to be called disgusting? Or unwomanly?

And you KNOW that the answer is none of them. Do you personally aspire to all of the body types here? No.

But these are people. And you are a person. And none of us are disgusting.

So let’s make an effort to expand our ideas of beauty and acceptance of others hey? For me?

I’ll leave you with one of my favourite ads from M.A.C cosmetics, a photo of the model and the poignant words of the girl band TLC.

Jelena Abbou

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up 
that M.AC. can make 
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel 
So damn unpretty
It’ll make you feel unpretty too

Rant overboard!

SV

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31 – 45 – 3

I try not to think about numbers too much. Mostly ‘cos I’m terrible at maths and it hurts my brain. But three numbers are rattling around in this little old head today.

31 – It’s my birthday tomorrow. I’ll turn thirty one. Now, this time last year I was filled with fear and disappointment at turning thirty. I felt it was the end of an era in lots of ways and funnily enough (because I had no idea what was to come) I was right. It’s been a mammoth year of learning, growing, shrinking and embracing the important things in life. And because of that, I’m pretty excited to turn thirty one. And I’m feeling pretty happy with how I’m holding up as an old girl!

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45 – Did you know it’s now 45kg (100lbs) that I’ve lost? I didn’t until the other day. As I said, I don’t think about the numbers too much anymore and when I do it sounds a little unreal. My mind is catching up though and I do feel smaller. But now I don’t remember being bigger. Almost as though the near decade I spent overweight didn’t happen. But it did. And I addressed it and so get to move forward in the direction I want to move in for the rest of my life. But what does 45kg look like? Kinda like this:

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Or when you take it off a body – a bit more like this:

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3 – It’s the Easter weekend. Surrounded by the Captain and the kidlets, it’s hard to feel anything less than astoundingly grateful. I can’t imagine my life without the three of them and love that we are growing up and growing older together. That makes everything okay.

Have a fabbo weekend and see you soon!
Sailor Vee

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Giving it away for Free! Competition TIme!

Double passes that is!!

Exciting news guys, the promoters of the Australian Fitness & Health Expo (fitnessexpo.com.au) have asked me to giveaway 3 x double passes for the Saturday or Sunday (20th or 21st of April 2013)!

So I’m running a ‘post your workout pic’ competition this week and will randomly choose three winners.

Feel free to share and encourage people to be involved! I’m actually flying over for it so I’m keen too! People can enter here - http://www.facebook.com/sailorveeblog/app_79458893817

Not sure what a blatant fitness/gym selfie looks like? Have you met my friend Sarah? http://instagram.com/sarahmcgee

My other friend Cathy? http://www.iphoneogram.com/u/256060414

See, it’s easy! Get your gym gear on, get your workout on and get snapping! Post it on the competition link and you could come and hang out with me and a million other (well, lots anyway!) people at the biggest fitness expo in the Southern Hemisphere.

Why wouldn’t you?

Come on – post them here - http://www.facebook.com/sailorveeblog/app_79458893817

YAY and talk soon!
Sailor Vee

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Muffin Tops – I’m finally doing it right!

So it’s a public holiday and I’m chilling at home with the kidlets. I’m also prepping for a crazy week ahead.

7 days from now I have a photo shoot so my own nutrition and training need to be wired tight, I’m working during the week and have a babysitter caring for the kids so THEY need to be prepared for and the darling Captain is working like a mad thing and also needs special snacks prepared with love.

So I things that are easy to cook (kid#1 is a junior masterchef so insists on helping), meets my ideals for what the kids and Captain should be eating, low fuss and freezable. Not asking much. Thinking cap on and ….

Behold – a new muffin recipe!

Sailor Vee’s Apple and Blackberry Muffin Marvels

  • 1 ¾ Cups gluten free self raising flour
  • Natvia brand Stevia sticks x 2
  • ¾ cup low fat milk
  • 2 eggs
  • 25g coconut oil (melted)
  • 1 x 400 gr tin of cooking apples (no added sugar, just apple!)
  • ½ cup fresh berries (I used blackberries)
  • Cinnamon

Preheat oven to 200 degrees (Celsius)

In a bowl, combine the milk, eggs and coconut oil. Set aside.

In another bowl, combine the apple, berries, sifted flour and stevia.

Add egg mixture, combine gently (don’t overmix)

Pour into greased muffin tins. Dust tops lightly with cinnamon

Bake for about 20 minutes or until a skewer comes out clean.

Each muffin yields:

117 calories, 1g carbs, 3g fat, 2g protein

Apple blackberry

 

Enjoy with the ones you love.

Happy Monday,

SV

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Hair today, gone tomorrow?

It’s funny how we assume we’ll deal with things.

Six months ago, in the midst of my work turmoil, the betrayal by friends and the change in my health and fitness – I also made the leap to donate my hair to Locks of Love.

35cm of my hair gone in one go. From a mid-back mop to a clippered bob.

Now, I truly did ASSUME that it would be a massive shock. That I would feel that loss. That ‘bareness’ of taking my hair shield away.

Instead, I felt freedom. And that brazen boldness that people had no choice but to be looking at my face as I had so little hair to be taking attention!

haircutThis is me the day I had my hair cut off!

Six months later, it’s just getting shorter and funkier! (and my face is getting more angular and even cheekier by the day, oops!)

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But you wonder ‘what if’. What if I still had hair?! So for ten minutes tonight I wore extensions to have my hair back.

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And I realised that my hair was a hiding place. I kept it hidden in a pony tail 90% of the time but if I had to feel ‘pretty’ it could be dragged out as a token gesture. Because I wasn’t capable of feeling pretty I could make my hair DO something pretty instead.

These days, I have two options – curly bob and straight bob!

If I want to be pretty, it needs to come from me.

And it does. Because my beauty has nothing to do with my hair. Or even my face.

In the words of a woman I’ve admired since I was a baby:

loren

Be you. Be beautiful.

Love,

SV

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