Self-care is a skill. If you’re lucky, your parents teach you everything you need to know. If you’re unlucky or over forty, it’s less innate and requires more education and practice.
I was bad at self-care for a long time. It was the eating disorder and the raging mental illness. My energies were otherwise occupied. Wrinkle-treatments weren’t on my radar. I regret that now.
Some people people with eating disorders look like models. I came from different stock. I aspired to their misery: it looked good from the outside. Even I failed to know better.
Self-care is complicated. It’s more than Noxema before bed. It’s skincare routines, exercise, eating plans, spirituality, charity, social engagement, and education. “Self-care” is a small word that refers to the myriad ways we look after ourselves. It refers to the ending result, mostly. All of it together is self-care.
In my case, things are looking up. We’re far away from the woman of 2017. Self-care these days is a gratitude practice, journaling, daily exercise, daily hypnotherapy, acupuncture, drug therapy, and my mantra that reminds me to live with grace. I’m moderately successful.
And if I still cut a little too much, my favourite bandages are now back on store shelves. I also have a L’Oreal yuzu mask for the repair. Self-care.
What kind of self-care are you rocking?
Trying to find joy in self-care (2017).