THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE

If you haven’t fallen in love by age 40, then you are seriously behind schedule
and missing out on the love of your life.
Here comes the dreaded Valentine’s Day reminding us to “love the one you’re with”
because we often forget…
But what if you don’t have anyone?
Cheer up baby, the love of your life has just been located!

I am a hairstylist and high priestess in the confessional of insecurities. Put most women in front of a mirror an hour or two and there’s gonna be some self deprecation – others experience delusions of grandeur, constantly playing with their hair, making fish lips in the mirror – still, it isn’t the real deal. I rarely experience a client beaming with self love or gratitude for their physical gifts.

We beat ourselves with measuring sticks, and gorge on images of perfection.
It’s like having low grade depression, or an infection you can’t shake.
But, by the time you are 40, you should know better – you should have fallen in love with yourself by now. At half-life it’s time to start fussing about what you have instead of what you have not. If you deny what you have, then you are not in the moment, which is the recipe for misery and non-existence. Feeling beautiful, sexy, jaw dropping, hot, whatever you call it, is of great importance, you just have to get there with what you GOT! Get it?

Once upon a time acceptable fashion was limited. Remember when straight men wouldn’t wear pink? There was safety in being current and conforming. Busting out of the mold was not validating. However, at this point in fashion history, it’s ALL IN, and you pull it off by being confident. We are free to express ourselves without judgment or ridicule.

Now, let’s compare fashion trends to the cornucopia of shapes, sizes, colors, and composition of our bodies. Why is there still such a narrow target of what looks good? When are we going to believe that all manifestations are cool and acceptable? How about, the bigger the schnoz the better? Let’s get steamy for some thick, chubby thighs - they can be so charming and sexy. Or go crazy for big hips that form a cushy cradle for the one they love? Sometimes my acne scars look like extra dimples – who doesn’t love a face full of dimples? A little split between the front teeth drives me wild.

Adore your parts and participles, and others will too: (sing this song to yourself)

"Listen to me baby, hear every word I say, no one can love you the way I do, because they don't know how to love you my way....you give me feeeee-ver"

A few years ago I opened a fortune cookie that simply stated,
“The Greatest Love of All – Self Love.”

So this Valentine’s Day, let me remind you emphatically to love the one you’re with…..

YOU!