What the heck is all this hypnosis voodoo witchcraft malarkey?

Quite a tidy sum of science, actually. But I prefer to call it Mental Magic, myself.

And what the F kind of thing d’ya think yer doin’ spreading this muck about when you’re not even a certified hypnotist?

Just a chronic illness survivor with a vision to help you take back your brain, body and beauty from the ugly thoughts, hidden fears, and limiting beliefs that hold you back in every area of your life (and cultivate true healing that isn’t just frilly puffs of sensational nothing). Just want to change your life, is all. 

It’s true, I’m not a clinically recognized anyone. No titles and no capital letters behind my name.

You can get scared and run away now, if you’d like.

But that doesn’t change anything about how this stuff works. Them’s facts.

And I know why you constantly self sabotage.

And that you’re so self conscious you won’t allow your photo to be taken.

And why you hate your body for being sick and bloated and complicated.

Specialist or not, I know that you live in fear of failure, have had a complex about your cellulite since you were twelve, and hate all perfect princesses on Instagram (while secretly wishing you were one).

Believe me, I know.

A woman wearing a funky headdress to show Hypnosis can be used for self love and positive thoughts

Healing Hypnosis Can Help Create a Life Long Beautiful Mindset

I’m a woman with some serious skeletons in the closet.

    • I used to puke junk food into my neighbor’s bushes and pretend I wasn’t bulimic

 

    • I’ve spent two decades battling acne and clinging to the mirror’s opinion with incredible determination.

 

    • I’ve been a bad tempered, foul mouthed, insulting, ungracious bitch for most of my marriage.

 

    • After ten years of chronic illness, I found out in 2015 that I had life threatening parasites, SIBO, candida overgrowth, adrenal fatigue, hormone dyregulation, and gene mutations that caused mitochondrial dysfunction and chronic fatigue.

 

    • I’ve spent years racked with guilt, shame, inadequacy, fear, and debilitating doubt.

 

    • Several failed career attempts left me angry, confused, and making next to no money for many years.

 

    • For most of my adult life, I have been depressed, furious, judgemental, anxious, aimless, critical, and largely living in the head space that life sucks and shit happens. 
      Hypnosis can help with eating disorders

    And that’s just for starters.

    But it means I’ve been where you are. I know.

    I ain’t no spirit mama whose holier-than-now-presence means I exist above you in a plane of ethereal superiority.

    Nah.

    I be 100% flesh and blood of the sinner.

    This means I am uniquely qualified to tell you that the bottom of the barrel sucks the big one and there’s no need to go down there to see for yourself.

    I’ve been to the valley of the shadow of death. I know how her breath smells.

  • Is Healing Hypnosis for You?

Before you bunk off and decide hypnosis from a back-alley peddler is pure hokum, I need you to answer a great big resounding NO to every single one of these questions:

Do you:

  • Feel like you’ve been sick for a very long time and nothing seems to be able to work at making you well again?
  • Feel like life is harsh, pointless, lonely, and that you’ve been sold false hope and fake dreams?
  • Feel like you are stuck, barely living, just going through the motions, not caring, not connecting? 
  • Think you’ll never be pretty, thin, smart, capable, strong, or qualified enough to peruse your dreams, meet the perfect partner, or achieve your goals?
  • Scroll through your social media feeds several times a day, only to feel gross, depleted, envious, and depressed?
  • Get hung up on the opinions, comments, or criticisms of others?
  • Have fears that you simply can’t shake, no matter how many self-help books you read?
  • Dwell on your inadequacies, picking every aspect of your body apart with harsh criticism?
  • Replay failures and embarrassments in your head, over and over?
  • Allow your worst nightmare scenarios to take over your imagination and prevent you from living your best life?
  • Doubt yourself, second guess your intuition, and tangle yourself up in cycles of sabotage?
  • Dwell on past hurts, experiences, relationships, or traumas?

Did you answer NO to all of them?

If not, congratulations on passing the test.

Welcome to being human.

hypnosis for improving mindset

The good part is, this means you are a double-bubble candidate for hypnosis healing. Your subconscious programming is screaming for help. Your emotions, reactions, and beliefs are desperate for realignment. You are so totally ready for an uprising of preconceptions, a revolution of understanding and miracles that shake your weary bones to the morrow.

Maybe my mental magic isn’t for you. Totally cool. Be blessed, and find spirit, energy, and healing that inspires the change you desire.

However, I just have to say, I know exactly how to tap into every single one of these issues you’ve faced.

Just throwing it out there.

Here’s my proposition to you:

Try my hypnos. 

Just try it for 15 minutes everyday, for two weeks.

They’re free.

They’re specifically designed for you, my darling. You’ve got three to choose from, each with a different focus.

Who knows? They could get into the finest folds of your mind and make Mental Magic like you’ve never known.

If you’ve got a spare 15 minutes each day, and are interested in sexy, juicy, empowered healing and wellbeing, building confidence, and perusing your dreams then I can teach you how to use 1% of your day to totally transform the other 99%.

You can spare 1%. Don’t pretend.

(Tony Robins says, “If you don’t have ten minutes, you don’t have a life.” I’m tacking on an extra 5 and socking it to ya!)

How healing hypnosis has helped me:

  • I’ve come to a place of peace, happiness, gratitude and acceptance in my body (so huge for a former bulimic).
  • I have found profound physical healing from carousel of maladies way quicker than by any other method.
  • My self confidence has improved beyond my imagination and I have so much love for my bod, my appearance, and the process of aging.
  • I’ve become a nicer, calmer, happier, MUCH more patient human, connected to my purpose and energy. 
  • I’ve unexpectedly opened up a creative cavern, and my artistic endeavors have sallied forth with more ideas, passion, and energy than I ever allowed myself previously.
  • I’ve become more open, loving, and understanding in all relationships, especially my marriage (my husband emphatically concurs).
  • Significantly decreased stress, tension, anxiety and depression in my mind, work, and relationships.
  • It has heightened my intuition and insight about myself, others, and the situations I face.

I continue to add to this repertoire of subconscious successes all the time (I’ve been studying this stuff for years, but saw significant results within about a month) of committing to daily practice.

Anecdotal, you cry! Poppycock of the highest order!

Maybe. That’s up to you to decide. But I believe in hypnosis. I really do. And the fact is, it’s backed up by science. But you don’t have to take my patchwork word for it. I would whole-heartedly encourage you to do your research and get informed.

Whether or not you choose to involve yourself with my content is neither here nor there.

But you need to get a handle on yourself somehow.

Hypnosis to help your mindset improveOr this will happen to you

Your anxiety.

Your fear.

Your doubt.

The cold harsh feelings of isolation and nothingness that you can’t even describe.

The old hurts and ugly history and frantic relationships.

And you can. Starting today. Right now.

Open your heart and mind to this journey of self discovery. Understanding. Beautiful, meaningful release.

That which we focus on becomes us.

Let’s focus.

Be Beautiful Today.
xoxo

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What about you? Did you develop a sixth sense after a Reiki sesh? Did a psychic mama tell you that you were going to develop facial warts and genital herpes by the time you were 25? Tell me.

 

New to this whole healing hypnosis thing?

Not really sure what the heck you’re doing?

Skeptical that it even works?

A little scared that it might actually work?

Not to worry, honey.

Here are some solid tips that I have applied in my own life-changing practice that will really help you get the most out of your dedication.

A woman practicing self-love Hypnosis in a field of daffodils

1. Keep Going

Before I knew anything about hypnosis, I went to see a hypnotist see if it was all just a load of tosh. My skeptical brain was fully engaged and I was prepared to debunk the whole lot.

 

During our first session, almost nothing happened. It was comfortable and she was lovely, but I didn’t feel different and there was no “going under” – which I took to mean it was all bunk.

 

However, I went back many times, in the spirit of adventure. At the end of the third session I suddenly realized I was waking up — at exactly the moment I was instructed to. What did it all mean?!

 

Essentially, you are working toward relaxing your mind to a state of total blissed-out peace (this is the trance state or “going under” as they like to say), putting the analytical aspect of the conscious mind to sleep for a while. At this point, your subconscious mind is open to suggestion.

 

However, because we are so disconnected from our subconscious mind, and place so much emphasis on the logical intake of information, it can take several sessions of relaxation to actually penetrate the walls of your conscious mind. Your conscious mind is scared of everything, and wants to think and think and think and think it over. Calming that baby down can take a little time.

 

Point is, don’t be disheartened if you’re several sessions in and still struggling to get into that sweet spot. Conditioning yourself to relax in this way is a HUGE part of the healing process, and not to be rushed.

2. Lay Down

There’s no hard and fast rule for how you position yourself for hypno – in truth, it’ll have a positive impact if you were hanging from a tree. But hypnosis is most effective when you are in an ultimate state of relaxation – this removes the barriers your logical, conscious mind would throw up to prevent entry of new ideas.

A lady laying down for best self-love hypnosis experience

Whether it’s your bed, yoga mat, sleeping bag or reclined car seat, lay back and allow for maximum chill vibes to settle in. You will be more likely to enter into the trance-like state where your mind is most impressionable and open to positive change.

 

3. Banish Distractions

Easier said than done, I know. But it’s non-negotiable.

 

Anything that takes you out of the flow will bust up the efficacy of your practice. Phone rings: boom, you’re out of it. TV on: no way on earth you’re going to be able to focus while Don Draper sweeps her into his bed.

 

Find a way to gift yourself a complete and uncompromised 15 mins every day (remember, that’s only 1%) and dedicate your undivided attention to making the mental magic happen.

4. Do it in the Morning or Evening

You are most impressionable either early in the morning or right before you go to bed. Your conscious mind is sleepiest and least likely to resist your re-programming efforts at those times.

Establish a morning or evening routine (or both if you’re a total boss), and you’ll find yourself looking forward to the wake-up call or lullaby.

5. Do it Everyday

Do you want your problems fixed today or ten Christmases from now? Hypnosis will give back what you put into it. Dedicating 1% of your day, every day, will open up the other 99% into a bigger, brighter, happier, kick-ass party.

 

Up to you.

 

Skipping happens. But like anything, consistency is crucial. Repetition repetition repetition. Repeat.

Barbie scheduling in self-love hypnosis for best results

 

6. Allow it to Work

Hypnosis has a way of working it’s sneaky mental magic, even on the most skeptical. However, your ride will be smoother and your results supercharged if you simply open yourself up to the process to the healing process

 

Open your heart. Open your mind.

To the investment of time.

To change.

To results.

 

You may find that it really isn’t for you, which is great. Self-awareness is one of the most important aspects of true healing. Knowing something doesn’t work for you is valuable knowledge.

 

However, if you go into this with the smelly attitude and looking for the worst, it’s likely you’ll have a shit time of things and move on, unchanged.

 

Open your heart. Open your mind.

7. Make a To-Do List

It’s often the case that when we stop a moment to calm our mind, the thoughts go ape. A whirlpool of frenzied needs, wants, worries, and memories flood your head space, making you feel overwhelmed and out of control – precisely when you just want five minute’s bloody peace.

 

It can be tempting at this juncture to say, maybe I will try again later (which means never), when I have less on my mind (which will be never).

To do list for self-love hypnosis success

Hypno works by laying new, empowering, constructive thoughts into the foundation of your mind. If you’ve got a wrecking yard of rusty thoughts to get through first, you are just making things harder for yourself. Just get it out, you’ll feel so much better

 

Do yourself a favor and unload your mind before you try and plant new concepts into the jumble. Take a few minutes to pluck all the whooshing thoughts out of your mind cloud, and put them to paper. That way you won’t forget, and can come back to them when you are refreshed.

8. Move On

If you feel like you’ve conquered an issue, awesome. Move on. That is the whole point of healing hypnosis – that you affect lasting change through repetition. You can spend as much time as you want focusing on a particular issue or set of troubles you have – that may be weeks, months or years. No right or wrong here. This should be life enhancing. No need to rush or put pressure on yourself with arbitrary time lines.

 

If you are human like me, there will always be a little niggling something that needs seeing to. So once you feel like you’re confident enough to wear a bikini in public, start looking at other areas of your life where you need a tune up.

 

You can always come back round to give yourself the odd pep talk in a particular area if necessary. It’s OK to revisit. Illness, stress, and trauma can make our old ways bubble to the surface, so don’t feel like you are a failure or have done something wrong if this happens.

 

Listen with kindness, accept with love, act with purpose.

THAT’S IT

So that’s it, honey.

Now you know all the secrets, there are no excuses.

Now you can be a healing hypnosis queen in the sky.

You can find your peace.

You can find your strength.

You can find your way.

So be beautiful today.

 

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Hello you sexy beast.

I Know Why You’re Here

It’s not that you want to improve your selfie face.

lady smearing lipstick onto glass

You’ve already got all the lipstick. Your closet is packed full of leather and lace. You’ve got the heels,

the tightest jeans, and the blow dry.

All of that is so old news. Everybody has that stuff.

It’s boring.

Nah, you came here because you want something else.

Some different. Something more.

It’s not enough to be pretty. It’s only five minutes of fun to take a photo of yourself

looking drop dead gorgeous. Doesn’t last.

It’s not enough to ace an awesome make-up tutorial from Pinterest. You look great, sure. But there it goes again.

That feeling. It’s only shallow, fleeting.

What is it?

What is that thing that’s missing, that you’re craving, that you’re desperate for?

I know.

Come closer, and I’ll tell.

You don’t want pretty and certainly not perfect – that means nothing, and frankly everyone

seems to be able to pull that off these days anyway.

No. You want to be fierce. Strong. Magnificent.

A blurry picture of a woman

You want your hair to be insane.

You want your bright red mouth to breathe fire and spine tingling truth.

You want people to be absolutely undone by how feral your spirit is.

You want your bare feet and bare face and bare skin to shock the planet with it’s recklessness.

You want your body to be completely and totally unhinged.

Woman biting a piece of paper that says "pretty" because she is a beautiful wild savage thing

You want to be a beautiful wild savage thing.

Forget safe.

Abandon pretty.

Embrace the dark, sacred uncertainty of self.

Find who you are.

Be brave. 

Here’s how. 

A poster for how to be a beautiful wild savage thing of a Naked woman with a flower crown

Tell me. Are you scared to death of being your true self? Did your mother disown you when you revealed you liked dressing like the opposite sex? Are you desperate join a nudist colony? I want to know.

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Don’t you kind of hate beauty blogs?

So freaking perfect. Sexy sea hair. Never sweaty. 

Me in the Bahamas, loving the sun, sipping a cocktail, being gorgeous, obviously

Hate is a bit harsh.

And I’m definitely not hating on beauty bloggers. 

They’ve got one small corner of the world tidied very neatly up in couture satin and exceptionally glamorous photography. They do the do with stylized perfection, flawless finish, and seemingly effortless grace.

Actually, I quite like a beauty blog from time to time.

The Importance of Beauty Blogs

The world could do with making a little more room for beauty and a little (or a lot) less room for spiralling, exponential existentialism.

But.

After a bonanza of beauty, I very quickly sniffed out a common silk thread among them: high-end product reviews, looking like a million casual bucks over muesli breakfast with raspberries, and endless holiday snaps with choral bikinis and designer sunglasses.

Who cares?! It’s not like I want to float in the azure waters of paradise, so carelessly cool and amazing.

A flawless depiction of Barbie and beauty blogsThe actual pink of perfection

Just kidding.

That’s great. It’s cool. I can deal.

A Different Kind of Beauty Blog

Except for, don’t you kind of want some depth? Like spine tingling, tears in your eyes, possibly-going-to-vomit-depth?

Don’t you want to find yourself?

Learn how to love who you are in the best possible way right now?

Find beauty that’s more than designer labels?

A sense of meaning and purpose and life and lust and freaking magic?

Create a life that emanates beauty from within?

Maybe you don’t want depth. Maybe the superficial mamas will be the last ones standing, laughing in next season’s moody mauve kitten heels, while I’m slung over a railing with chunks in my hair.

That would be less cool and I would be less interested in dealing – but I do have a sneaking suspicion there are some folks out there with a similarly unsatisfied appetite.

So, let’s eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.

Without taking anything away from the well edited and carefully cultivated, I’m simply looking to carve out my gorgeous corner with everything that falls between the cracks.

What you’re afraid of. 

The real reason you spend all your money on clothes you don’t need. 

Your shitty disappointments and the odd face plant.

The actual time it takes and the real size and shape of things.

Give me the main course, baby.

Barbie with mangled handRough times for Barbie, but she’s still MegaBeauts

I’m all for a five minute fantasy. Sometimes, it’s just what I need.

But I want my meat and two veg, too.

Creating a Beautiful Mindset


So, if you want to stick to the creatively-calculated-straight-and-narrow, you have my blessing. Go forth and bask in immaculately manicured oblivion. 

If, however, you’re happy for shit to get real, and possibly hit the fan, you’ve arrived at the right place, and very much on time. If you want to take back your brain, body and beauty from the mess of uncertainty, doubt, and fear – Oh honey. You be at the right place. 

Lots of jewellery hitting the fan Thoroughly real, thoroughly hit

In the interests of introducing you to the flavor profile of this site, here is a little example of the kind of deep I’m talking about:

My coming of age story with regards to my personal vanity is so fraught with uncertainty and such bum-clenchingly awful choices, both in the cosmetic and sartorial sense, that I’m prickled with embarrassment at the merest mention of it.

Me wearing a paper hat and a big green Christmas bow on my Rome T-shirtNo comment

I actually went on a rampage several years ago and disposed of many photographs of me in said state. I regret.

More bad fashion when I was youngWowsa

My Not So Beautiful Past

Neither my mother nor sister were or are much concerned with make-up, fashion, products, high heels or flattering neck lines. They are so supremely practical, they are not interested in playing host to such frivolous notions. My mother is still waiting for when I get a real job.

I envy them sometimes; even though their abstinence lacks the electric zing of a brand new tube of vermilion vengeance lipstick. Their refusal to be defined by the often demanding, demeaning, and deluding aspects of coral shimmer narcissism makes them absolutely gorgeous with a kind of freedom my own regimens don’t make room for.

Anyway, the point is, these two leading ladies in my life had nothing to offer me in the way of beauty wisdom, so I had to cut through the thicket of self-expression with my own uninformed wits. Definite disasters ensued.

Earrings in a camellia bushThe jungles of sartorial uncertainty, rife with dainty dangers

My whole life, I had built up this mud splattered, bruise bearing, basketball playing, tough-girl-Tom-boy attitude; when the compunction to look pretty hit me somewhere around 15, the whole concept was intimidating, alarmingly alien, and utterly confusing.

Me looking awful at 14, with no access to beauty blogsJust don’t

Before Beauty Blogs

Now, you have to bear in mind that at the time, there was no Pinterest, no Youtube tutorials, no beauty blogs. I grew up in a po-dunk small town in the middle of conservative Nowhere America, and so my inspirations were limited to trees and cows and the celebrity mags near the check out at the grocery store that my mother really didn’t allow me to read.

Lucky girls had subscriptions to Teen Cosmopolitan, but we didn’t have the money for that and I would’ve been way too mortified to be seen reading such a girly mag anyway. We didn’t have a computer at home, and the school machines were obsessively monitored, with anything useful was usually kept under strict lock-and-key.

Hormones and Desperation

My first eye shadow compact was a pink and pearl mix, about twenty years old, and already used enough that the shiny silver plate under the packed powder was visible to about the size of a nickel. I found it at the back of the cupboard under the sink, covered in the slightly sticky film that things in the bathroom always seem to get after a long time. It smelt funny and was a fairly obscene shade of fuchsia, but I was into it.

One of my friends introduced me to the concept of liquid eyeliner, which pretty well blew my mind. I was so intensely needy of this modern wonder that I spent $7 on a tiny pot of the stuff, feeling like I’d just taken out my first mortgage.

Naturally, I used far, far too much of it, in every shape of asymmetry you can think of.

It was not good.

I can only imagine what my mother must’ve been thinking.

My face made up to be a granny in protest to perfect beauty blogsMy actual face

The ritual became religious. It took me two hours to get ready in the morning; I would sit on the bathroom counter with my feet in the sink, blaring out my radio, snapping at anyone else who dared to knock on the door with their inferior needs.

I did this for so many years, that I actually developed a divot in the lower right side of my right leg, where it rested against the lip of the sink all those mornings.

The indent was obvious enough that people asked me what was wrong – and that lasted until I was well into my twenties.

Barbie dong her make-up in the sinkSinkhole if ever there was one

Eventually, the liquid liner of dreams started to dry out. I added water to it, which made it a slightly gloppier version of itself, but I made it last for quite a while like that – no doubt contributing to the already cringe worthy state of affairs on my face.

When it finally ran out in earnest, I didn’t have the money to buy any more; I resorted to using a mechanical pencil dipped into my mascara tube to continue on with the Gothic massacre of my eyes.

It was not until I was firmly into my twenties that I could actually afford decent make-up, and didn’t need to rely on my stationary drawer for assistance. With a bit of confidence, a bit more money, and some formal beauty education, I finally managed to get it together. Mostly.

Creating Beauty Despite the Past, Present, or Future

Years of my life were spent in fear, doubt, loneliness, my bones rattling with uncertainty and self loathing.

And I don’t want that for you.

This is MegaBeauts. Where you and me and everyone else can be just totally juiced up on the weird, real, backward, not sure, round-the-houses, frenzied world of beauty as it occurs to us everyday. And take all that mess and find our power in it. Take back our brains because we smart mamas. Take back our bodies because we strong bitches. Take back our beauty because we own that shit. 

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Tell me. Was your ugly duckling story simply awful? Did you try and wear a paper bag over your head to hide the worst haircut (that you gave yourself)? Was being fifteen the most frightening experience you’ve ever had?

 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let me get this straight: you’ve worked in a cosmetic clinic?

Yes.

But doesn’t that mean you’re a fraud and not practicing what you preach?

Sure, if you want to get nasty about it.

But I’d like to put this contradiction in terms to bed, if you don’t mind.

A banana tucked in bed

What is beauty, really?

Beauty is intrinsically linked to honesty; the deception of the disingenuous will always blow their own cover in the end.

Obviously, the definition of beauty extends well beyond our superficial ablutions (something I have a lot of time for, vanity being my favorite vice).

It’s who makes us feel beautiful.

It’s who helps us to help ourselves be better, open, honest versions of who we are.

Things and people and places that unlock the tiny, magical chambers of our hearts that so easily get sealed up and forgotten about.

I mean that.

It ain’t just lip service, ya’ll.

But, back to the accusation.

The Truth About Cosmetic Clinics

Yes, I spent 5 minutes working in a cosmetic clinic. And I hated it.

I love the beauty industry. Skin and products and health and science and creativity and personal expression and freedom and magic.

But every day I saw men and women coming in, desperate to become someone new. Someone they’re not. Trying to plump up their happiness with fillers and smooth over their problems with Botox.

Maybe you know someone like that.

Maybe it’s you. 

And, of course, when the needle didn’t provide the seismic shift they were after, it was inevitably a short coming of either myself or the clinic. The hostility!

I’ve never known such deep dissatisfaction, and I’ve never had the emotional baggage of the world dumped so unceremoniously at my feet, expecting a permanent fix now now now now now.

Whoa.

Honestly.

The energy of that place, those people. Toxic. Not one tiny bit beautiful. I had no idea beauty was surrounded by so much fear, self loathing, doubt, and shame. 

It’s a real blow, because I went to the trouble of training, and have all the enthusiasm in the world for this stuff, and yet, something was off. Off by miles and miles, in fact. Suddenly, being in the fully fledged cosmetic industry was distinctly hideous.

and old woman struggling with the psychological darkness of beauty and trying to use a serum to become young again

The Psychological Darkness of Beauty

Originally, when I set about pursuing this career path, I had a very idealistic mindset; I believed that if you pulled the trigger on something small, it would have the power to affect much greater change than the sum of it’s molecules, which could ultimately lead to more beautiful world all the way around.

You tidy up your bikini line, remove a mole or two, or gently lift an ageing jawline, and miraculously offer someone a fresh perspective and a shiny new bow of confidence to wear in their hair.

They in turn release the positive vibes, and the beat goes on. Sounds good, no?

Ha.

Turns out, the equation is much more complicated than all that. It’s a balancing act. Very tricky.

Removing Mrs. Hove’s mole is not just about a radiotherapy device rearranging skin cells into a more favorable configuration.

It’s about her husband and the way he looks at young Sylvia at the market. And the way Sylvia looks back at him.

When Alice the librarian decides to have full Hollywood laser hair removal, it’s not just because she’s a kick-ass feminist with intelligent political opinions, who believes women should be able to handle their bodies however they please; she’ll never forget how humiliated she was when she lost her virginity at 16 to that Steven who thought pubic hair was disgusting.

The tricky balance of beauty and the mind with a hippo balancing on the tip of red lip stick

So you see, really I needed to have gotten a degree in psychology before I got anywhere near this stuff.

Where the Mind Meets the Body

When someone came in asking to become Barbie, I never rubbished them. 

However.

It does makes me sad to think that people can’t just accept what they look like. That I can’t just accept what I look like. But deeper still, that the details we hold against ourselves are often just metaphors for far more sinister insecurities that a syringe is never going to touch.

Old stories.

Deep hurts.

Terrible secrets.  

Yet at the same time, I love the freedom and am fascinated by the process which brings people to seek physical changes.

I’m about as vain as they come, and certainly not above accepting a helping hand myself; I would never begrudge anyone whether they decide to go full throttle plastic or sun kissed hippie. I believe beauty is art, and firmly in the eye of the beholder.

So, the truth is, I’m a mess. I’m all over the shop and there’s no telling whether I like it or hate it or am confused or sad or tickled to pieces by all this beauty nonsense.

Creating a Beautiful Mindset

But, let’s get real kids. That’s what this is all about.

Most people want to improve the way they look, and my ethos is: life is short. Do it.

But DO NOT do it without asking yourself the hard questions first.

Are you running from something?

Hiding from something?

Is this a choice made out of fear and self loathing?

Can you back away and take an objective look at your motives? Can you honestly say you are making a decision from the right perspective? Do you have your beauty mindset in alignment?

Please, go forward with love and blessings. Your choices are sacred. Know yourself. I accept all.

But don’t get consumed by it.

Don’t expect it to change your pathological behaviors, make your blow up doll an actual living husband, or suddenly create time and space in a forever perfect continuum.

Beauty is full of psychological darkness, and we all have to explore ourselves deeply and honestly.

But if Botox is going to fill your balloon with a little happy helium, then fill away, my friend.

Balloon filled with happy helium

Finding That Balance

Our desire to be attractive is biological and makes a lot of sense.

I don’t think anyone should be punished for augmenting their looks, (although motives are an important factor to consider –Botox is jolly nice, but it’s not a marriage counsellor).

And I don’t think anyone should be vilified for keeping it natural, and just letting the wind blow where it may.

It’s all valid.

However, I’m over the artifice. Fuck off with the false pretenses and the over-indulgent selfies.

I’m over it.

If you’ve had a boob job, fine, but don’t pretend you were born with that much silicone in your body.

If you’ve had your lips plumped and your brows tattooed, fuck off trying to make everyone feel bad about theirs. You only reveal how insecure you really are, and that you wasted your money trying to convince yourself you were better than you feel. 

I’m 100% cool with anyone who wants to enhance their beauty in any way.

Just leave the bullshit at the door.

A squash pretending to have amazingly big boobs and haunted by the psychological darkness of beauty

Maintaining a Beautiful Mindset

Changing something about your appearance may be considered a confession of weakness.

Vanity.

Self delusion.

Lack of self confidence.

Maybe it is. And maybe your choices offend others.

Or threaten them, even.

There’s an awful lot of hate out there. 

But for me, it’s an opportunity to choose empowerment.

And that’s what I want from and for everyone.

Be honest.

Take control.

Stay honest.

Let’s create beauty for love. Let’s create a beautiful mindset that serves our highest purpose and those around us. 

That makes you feel good and is inclusive. 

Take back our brains because we smart mamas. Take back our bodies because we strong bitches. Take back our beauty because we own that shit. 

Super-natural or super-glam.

No shame.

Just be real about it.

Instead of approaching beauty with expectations for yourself and others, join me in choosing to sally up to it with a sense of curiosity.

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Tell me. Have you gone to lengths to change your bod into something that other’s see as unacceptable? Do you secretly want to be Dolly Parton? Have you had a procedure done that your partner doesn’t know about? Why? I want to know.