This past weekend I did something I haven’t done in years. I had a conversation with a friend about the make-up she wears, and before I knew it, I had ordered a bag of goodies for myself from the cosmetics house she recommended. According to the courier message, it’s arriving today—and I am so excited!
Now, why would this be such a big thing, you might ask? Because, dear readers, I’ve had a very unstable relationship with make-up.
From Corporate Perfection to Khaki Simplicity
I spent a decade or two working in the corporate environment. In the world of marketing and managing key accounts, looks ranked right up there alongside skills when it came to landing and keeping clients. My appearance became a full-time project. Hair, nails, make-up, outfits, and accessories weren’t just details—they became an obsession.
And while I always looked amazing on the outside, inside I never felt truly content.
Fast forward to life on the farm- at first among herds of sheep. Then came life in the bush behind a camera. Life in khaki clothing, with no make-up and no concern for appearances. That’s where I found myself again. That’s where I began to feel comfortable in my own skin.
I stopped working on my looks and started mending my heart and soul.
Strength, Balance, and a New Chapter
Six weeks ago, I began training hard at the gym. As I’ve shared before, my physical health has become a priority as I grow older. Each week I feel stronger—mentally and physically.
And this is where the excitement about make-up returns. It feels different this time. Now that I am in a healthy place mentally and emotionally, I actually want to play around with make-up again—not to meet expectations, but simply to enjoy the process of looking a little more polished.
This time, it feels balanced. I’m doing it for myself. And it feels awesome.
The Pressure Women Carry
As women, we live under the scrutiny of the world from the day we are born. By young adulthood, many of us have already lost confidence in who we truly are. No matter how intelligent or talented we may be, comments about our looks always find their way into our lives.
It has taken me time to find my way back—to know what I bring to the table and to be proud of it. Today, I feel ready to step into this older and wiser version of myself. A version that is strong, radiant, and unapologetically me.
“You are fearfully and wonderfully made.”
A Note to My Sisters
To all the ladies out there: take the time to learn to love yourself. Celebrate your strength. Embrace your beauty. And never forget—you are enough, just as you are.
Wild Soul Notes 