Tag: confidence

Fake it until you make it.  This is a mantra I find myself repeating over and over.  Especially when I wake up feeling less than fabulous. There are mornings when I wake-up or rather get up and know that I…

  I am determined to be fabulous no matter what.  For many woman that no matter what includes Urinary Incontinence (UI).  It is something we feel ashamed about and don’t like to talk about. A little while ago I was approached by Always…

I am body confident.  But, it hasn’t always been that way. The irony is that when I had no confidence I actually was within a normal weight range, was much younger, and probably on the surface had a lot going…

I am proud of being a woman.  It isn’t an easy job, but it is certainly one worth doing. I am a Mom, a sister, a daughter and a friend.  I am also a girlfriend, a colleague. I am a…

For a long time I have been considering blogging about being plus-sized.  There is no reason why your size should stop you being fashionably fabulous. For Christmas a couple of years ago my mom gave me a gift voucher to…

You have made the decision, you are going to dip your toes into online dating.  So, what next? It is scary. But, what might happen?  Online dating in your 50s might lead to you the man (or woman)  of your…

  Getting ready for a date when you are 50 plus gave me some challenges. When you are over 50 chances are that you are not as happy with your body as you were in your twenties.  Things have sagged,…

Dating in your fifties is quite different to dating in your twenties. Everything had changed from when I last went on a date 20 years ago.  Facing fifty, with a few more fat cells and wrinkles and a lot less…

  Fabulous means being the absolute best version of yourself.  It means tapping into yourself and understanding exactly who you are and them adding a bit of oomph! A dictionary defines fabulous as being extraordinary – it is a superlative,…

We really need to be conscious of our conversations, especially those we have with ourselves. I used to tell myself, ‘I am broken’.  I felt broken.  My hands were sore, my body ached.  Everything I did took effort. There were…

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