3 things I’m very proud of

I’m proud of myself.

 

There’s a sentence that’s pretty hard to say out loud or even to think about. I’d much rather heard someone else say it to me, to hear them being proud of me. Somehow hearing it from someone else is more believable than saying it yourself. And I don’t like that – because you need to be your biggest cheerleader.

And I’m not. Not always. It’s a little too easy for me to fall down and have doubts about everything.

Though to be honest – it doesn’t hurt to hear that from other people as well. I’ve never heard my father say anything uplifting about me or my accomplishments, but today my brother said that he’s proud of me. As someone who’s actually been in my life, that means the world.

And thinking of that, I have several occasions that come to mind, where someone dear to me has said it as well. It warms my heart. Love is such a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Somehow it’s wandering into this text, though I didn’t know it had anything to do with this subject. But it kind of has a lot to do with everything, doesn’t it?

Today I felt encouraged and I wanted to write down some things that I’m really proud of. I wanted to write it down and say it – I’m proud of myself. I also ended up revealing things about myself, that I’m pretty sure you didn’t know about. Actually, it turned out to be a piece of my life story, but oh well, that happens.

Things I’m proud of

 

1. Graduating both high school and beauty school – and even choosing dual qualification in the first place

 

Today we’re celebrating Vappu in Finland, where it’s typical to wear your Finnish student/ graduation cap. I love that day and I feel proud of having that cap. I’m proud of myself, for knowing so well where I wanted to go and what I wanted to study. I had such good grades (another thing I’m proud of) I could have chosen just beauty school, but I also wanted to have a high school diploma, so I took dual qualification.

And here’s why having that qualification is so meaningful to me: that was the hardest time of my life. My life fell apart while I was in school. I was so depressed I barely made it to school some days. And then I took a sick leave, and another and another. I think all in all I was away from school for half a year, or something like that. It still sickens me, that some girls in my class were talking bad about me for ‘being sick all the time’, while I was literally fighting for my life. Then again I guess it was better this way, because I both got and had to finish school alone. That was also hard for me – attending classes without any friends, alone.

And failing school. Even in the hospital I wanted to attend to matriculation exams, because I was so used to over achieving in school.  It was good to let go. I learned, that it wasn’t the end of the world. That I could reschedule and still graduate.

And I did. I graduated. And it felt so good. And I’m so proud of myself for that.


Photo Inka Lähteenaro

2. Having a good job – and then having the guts to leave it

 

I had a job right when I graduated and actually even before that. I was lucky to have a job in my profession, because it’s not that easy to get (especially with a good salary). I also got promoted in my second job (another beauty salon) pretty quickly. I had a salary I could only dream about – in my age and with my experience (though I had some, because of working while I was studying) that was the best I could get, really. For a while it was great, even though I had some doubts.

Gradually the environment in my workplace turned out to be not that great. I was super stressed and pretty often came crying from work. I spent Sundays in bed – literally – because I was so exhausted physically and mentally. It wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore.

It would have been smartest to look for a new job, get it, and only after that resign. Well, I did not do that, but it was not an easy decision.

And then one Tuesday, things just became too much at work and I literally walked away. I remember being so relieved, happy and excited about future that day on the bus.

I’m proud of getting that job, doing well on it, but then trusting my instincts and leaving.

 

3. Starting a blog and pursuing a career of it

After I quit my job I had some time to really think what I wanted to do. And the answer was pretty clear, it’s always been. I wanted to be a blogger. I’ve always loved writing and I feel like I have a lot to say and give.

Though I still have a lot to learn, I have already learned so much. My writing has improved – especially my English. I’ve learned not only to write good articles, but also how to SEO-optimize them. I’ve learned to take better photos. And slowly, I’ve learned to be proud of what I do. To say it out loud.

This is probably the hardest thing to actually be proud of, since it’s so easy to compare myself to others. There are so many amazing blogs out there, amazing writers, amazing photographers.

But there is only one Charlotta Eve blog. And since I’ve found people stealing my content more than once, I guess I’m doing pretty good. And the fact that Elledecor.com featured me and my blog post in their post, I know I’m going in the right direction.

I’m proud of my blog and all the hard work I put into it.

Photos – Mia / Beauty Highlights

And now – I’m challenging you to tell me something that you’re proud of. Come on, praise yourself. It’s refreshing. What is something that you’re proud of?

My outfit
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Pants – *River Island (similar *here)
Jacket – Object (similar *here)
Shirt – H&M
Shoes – adidas

#metoo

Me too.

 

Then again, who hasn’t? I remember reading brave women’s stories about awful things that have happened to them when the me too movement was at its strongest. I remember thinking that it’s good that they share. Altogether, it’s good to talk about this. About everything, really. We should all be a little bit more open about difficult things in life – maybe that way we would understand each other a little better.

Though I have to say, this is not gonna be one of those posts. I’m ready to say #metoo, but I won’t go into detail, reminisce about things that are in the past and only do me bad. Yes, somehow, I’m trying to turn this into positive.

Body image & being comfortable in my own body

A while back I had a photoshoot with my lovely friend Mia. She took photos of me and I ended up really liking them. I actually opened up about it straight away in my Instagram, but I knew it was a subject I needed to do a proper post about. On my Instagram I said, that I’m not used to tight clothes or showing cleavage, but on that particular day and photoshoot, I felt comfortable enough. Being comfortable in tight clothes or showing a bit of cleavage might not seem like a big deal, but it actually goes deeper than that.

Having to go through a tough time growing up as a woman has had an impact on my body image. I don’t always feel comfortable with my body. I have talked about my history with eating disorders before, but what I didn’t talk about, was how dressing up sometimes makes me feel. Or how it feels to get attention from men (and or women). If I’m wearing something tight or revealing, I feel like my body is more ‘out there’ and I get the feeling of discomfort. I have never wanted to be seen for my body or my looks. Too many times I have walked out the door only to be felt like a walking human (woman) body.

I should have all the rights

And funnily enough: the fancier I dress, the more looks I get. And that is still somewhat uncomfortable. It’s the most awful feeling in the world: putting on some fancy clothes, looking pretty and then thinking and knowing: I can’t wear this. What if I get too many looks? My body is showing too much! And these thoughts are crazy. After all – it is my body! It should have all the rights. I should have all the rights. It’s just me.

I remember being fourteen, wearing a black jumpsuit with heels and walking to the bus stop ready to meet my friends. I felt great. Free and beautiful. A car slowed down and some man whistled at me. Instant remorse. It is unfair, how someone can take away the pride and beauty of me just being me. How someone can make me feel as I was out there for him as an object.

I also remember one day, where I was wearing sneakers, that were like boots in a way that they covered my ankles as well. But they were sneakers (adidas) – flat and casual. Someone gave me dirty looks and whistled and said something about my sexy boots. I remember angrily yelling “these are sneakers!” and thinking to myself: I can’t even wear sneakers and walk home in peace without someone making me feel like I was seeking attention to myself.

It honestly makes me want to cry a little and these examples are not the worst.

Here’s a secret: Dressing up, I think about #metoo

Long story short: Dressing up gives me mixed feelings. I have fears as to how the world is gonna see me in the clothes I choose. I also have fears about the feelings I’m gonna get wearing them.

I prefer a quite conservative style. If I’m wearing a short skirt, I hide my upper body. If I’m wearing a revealing top, I’m balancing it out with baggy pants. I usually don’t show cleavage. I actually don’t usually wear short skirts either – I prefer a knee length.

I’d like to think it’s because I like that style and that feels good to me. But then again, I’m not sure if it’s because of my bad experiences and the body shaming. I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t want to give any ideas – and writing that down is scary, but unfortunately true.

I have had to work a lot on my body confidence and body image. And it’s a work in progress. I have had to slowly learn how to walk head held high and not care what someone is thinking about me. But I do still find myself caring. I don’t take eye contact when I walk in public. I avoid eye contact with most people. I also think I might avoid men a little bit – just as an instinct. I don’t want anyone sitting next to me a little too close (has happened as well).

Photos by Mia / Beauty Highlights

The happy careless feeling

So these photos with tight clothes and a bit of cleavage mean a lot to me. That outfit means a lot to me. The happy careless feeling means the world. Why shouldn’t I sometimes wear tight clothes? Why shouldn’t my cleavage sometimes show a little? After all, my boobs are natural part of me just like my legs and arms. Spoiler alert – I have a body with all the parts that come with it.

I think time, a healthy relationship, therapy and healthy lifestyle are what have helped my body image the most. We always dread aging, but actually growing up has been the best thing for me. I feel like every year I learn more. Every year I get more confidence. And every year I realize more and more, that there is no time to be wasted on insecurities and anything else than that happy careless feeling.

Even though it’s not a long time since my last #metoo moment, I choose not to let it stop me and in the future the joy of dressing up (even to something tight) is something I’m holding onto.

I look forward to the day, where I’m free to be the woman I want to be. Where all the women and men can be whoever they want to be.

Outfit

Red body – Zara (similar here*, here*)
Bag – River island (here*)
Jeans – Cubus
Scrunchie – invisibobble
Boots – Timberland

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