Glow by Lady E

  Dear Glow Girls, Somewhere along the way, my idea of beautiful changed.  DCC Armani said: “It’s hard trying to figure out your version of what a beauty standard is when you look around and your best friends, they have hair and you don’t.“ That got me thinking.  What really is beauty? What is beautiful? They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  But there are a lot of things that a big group of people agree on that are beautiful. So, is that what beautiful is? What the majority agrees on?  But there are also things, standards of beauty from different places in the world that are different from what most people deem beautiful.  Does that mean their idea of beauty is wrong? This issue has made me do a deep dive into my own standards of beauty.  Charlotte Mason believed that c hildren should be surrounded by what is whole, beautiful, and worthy. She said we shouldn’t keep chipped mugs or plates, torn books, broken toys at home. Basically anything br...

  There are things we once called beautiful because we were taught to. Because they were admired. Because they were chosen by others. Because they looked right… on the outside. But beauty, the kind that stays, doesn’t just look good. It feels good to live with. It doesn’t sting.  It’s not uncomfortable.  Tonight, sit with this gently: What have you been calling beautiful… that no longer feels good to you? Is it something you wear? A makeup palette that looks beautiful, but doesn’t work for you anymore? A routine you follow? A space you keep? A version of yourself you’ve outgrown? You don’t have to reject it. You don’t have to explain it. Just notice. Where does it feel heavy? Where does it feel forced? Where does it feel like you’re performing instead of living? And then, just as quietly… ask yourself: What would feel better instead? Not louder. Not more impressive. Just… softer. Truer. Yours. —- With elegance and quiet fire, Lady E Founder, Glow by Lady E...

I used to think being open was a strength. Saying yes. Responding quickly. Giving people the benefit of the doubt.

  I don’t announce my boundaries anymore. I don’t explain them. Don’t justify them. Don’t soften them so they land better. I just… move. Quietly. Consistently. Without asking if it makes sense to anyone else. Because I’m done.  Done with all that negativity and toxicity that some people keep throwing at me.  It didn’t happen all at once. There was no moment where I decided that’s it, I’m done. It was slower than that. Quieter. Like noticing how much of myself I kept offering just to be understood. It was an accumulation of events from the past year to the present.  An accumulation of feelings and neglect and disrespect.  Access used to feel like something I had to give. Freely. Openly. Without hesitation. My time. My energy. My thoughts. Always available. Always explainable. Always… reachable. Always ready to give, to do, to become.  Always ready to move. To stop what I’m doing. To please.  Until I noticed something. The ...

  Y ou’ve been hearing noise. Constant. Subtle. Draining.