spiral 10
I know I’ve been on this topic a lot lately, but I truly mean it when I say this: when you take care of yourself, you feel better. It’s not some groundbreaking concept, but when you actually start doing it, even a small boost in confidence can change the entire trajectory of your day-to-day life.
I’ve always struggled with insecurity to some degree. Growing up, kids can be mean. Social media doesn’t exactly help, considering the standards are nearly impossible to reach. And when you add being somewhat in the spotlight because of my husband, there’s this constant, quiet pressure to look a certain way. To fit what people consider “acceptable” beauty.
The truth is, I’m pretty normal. I don’t work out every day. I like a good beer and a burger. I’m not overly done up all the time. I’m just… me. But somewhere along the way, “normal” started to feel like “not enough.” Like I didn’t quite fit.
That’s something I’ve been working really hard to unlearn, which is what brought all of this to the surface in the first place.
Lately, I’ve been focusing more on self-care. Not in a picture-perfect, aesthetic way, but in a real, intentional way. And weirdly enough, it showed up in a place I didn’t expect… packing for a trip.
A few months ago, just pulling out a suitcase would send me into a spiral. My husband never really knew what to do. He’d either sit there and try to comfort me or risk getting snapped at for even looking in my direction while I stood in the closet trying on outfit after outfit.
Most of the time, it ended the same way. Me, sitting on the closet floor, crying, saying I wasn’t going.
But today was different. Completely different.
I walked into my closet, grabbed a few sundresses, tried them on… and I was okay. Not overanalyzing. Not picking myself apart. Just… satisfied.
That might sound small to someone else, but for me, it felt huge.
And maybe this is a little deeper than I usually go, but I don’t think people fully realize how damaging society’s standards have been, especially for women. We can so easily look at someone else and think they look amazing, hype them up without hesitation… but when it comes to ourselves, we’re our own worst critics.
So right now, I’m in an era of trying. Trying to be kinder to myself. Trying to accept what I see without immediately wanting to change it. Trying to believe that who I am, as I am, is enough.
Not perfect. Not finished. Just… trying.
And honestly, that feels like a really good place to start.





















































































