In my pursuit of taming my inner critic, and pursuing self-love, I have taken on a number of new habits or practices that I previously placed no value on. One such habit is that of putting cream on my body after a shower – a beautiful act of loving on my body.
Recently, I came face-to-face with a habit of mine that I thought might be opposing to that of self-love.
The idea that those who value investing in quality items value themselves more than those who spend less, on more.
I have a friend who dresses beautifully, and spends a small fortune too. And on seeing her recently I was challenged personally on the amount of effort I put into my appearance. Don’t get me wrong I regularly highlight my hair, keep fit and tend to dress well (I feel) but the truth is that when, if ever, I buy new clothes I always go for cheaper items and prefer quantity over quality.
And so yesterday, on my ‘sick day’, I thought I’d act in self-love and treat myself to a beautiful item of clothing. Something classy, expensive even. I trekked my sick body to a local mall, in pursuit of bits-and-bobs Sarah needed and then landed up at one our most popular South African acceptably-upmarket brand stores. Now for most of the people in my circles I interact with, this shop isn’t ‘particularly’ expensive; but for me, paying R350+ for a new top sends my little brain into a panic. But I was there to practice self-love. I was determined to find something I loved….
After a half an hour in the store, coughing up a storm and with my throat aching, I walked out with my tail between my legs; feeling like a failure for not having it in me to be willing to spend a few R100 on 1 item of clothing. I was about to walk to my car when I remembered that Mr Price was just down the passage and so I popped in there for a quick squizz.
30 minutes later I walked out of Mr P with not 1 but 4 new items of clothing, having spent exactly what one nice top at the more expensive shop would have cost me. And that’s when IT HIT ME.
The kid in me that would be far more excited about the amount of prezzies that Father Christmas brought, over what the value of each gift, actually was, is simply who I am. Fast-forward 20 something years later and that’s still me. Self Love isn’t about conforming to norms or changing who you are, it’s about digging deep and practicing acts that show yourself that YOU matter…and if that’s buying 1 gorgeous expensively-branded top or 4 cheaper ones that’s irrelevant. Prioritizing YOU is all that important here!
PS: Let me know in the comments below if you’re a quality or quantity person…