Wouldn't the ultimate gift to yourself be to believe that, no matter your age, size or circumstances, you are beautiful and then go out into the world reflecting that feeling inside and out?
There is no better time than now to start to appreciate that you are perfect just the way you are. A truly remarkable woman who is more than ready to be a queen! Join us in following these 10 great steps and claim your rightful and royal place as Queen of Your Own Life. After all, ladies, if not now, when?
10. Banish. Let go of a thought or action from the first half of your life that is no longer working for you.
When we asked ourselves this deceptively simple question, we both decided we needed to banish our fear of not being liked. By saying it out loud, we were able to call attention to the fact there was substantial evidence that indicated we were already liked—in particular by each other. We were able to laugh at our fear while reminding each other that we were indeed pretty fabulous. We also pointed out to each other that if there was somebody who couldn't see how awesome we were, it was just their opinion and did not make us unlovable. Oh, and we decided we were no longer going to wear spiky high heels that caused sharp bolts of pain to travel up our spinal column and numb our brain. Life is too short to spend it tottering around like a tipsy geisha.
9. Keep. What do you really like about yourself? Identify your strengths and decide what you want to keep from the first half of your life that's still working for you.
We found this to be a hard one because we were always taught that nice girls don't brag or call attention to themselves. How sad is it when you're too embarrassed to even admit to yourself that you admire something about yourself?
In the end, the one thing we really liked about ourselves and were both certain that we wanted to keep was our sense of humor. We like to think of ourselves as women who go above and beyond the call of making lemonade from lemons. It's like when you're out taking a walk, all dressed up in your new blouse, and you trip and fall down, skidding on your chest across the concrete through the only mud puddle in a 10-block radius. Do you cry or do you laugh? We're the kind of women who laugh until we cry and joyfully invite everyone around us to do the same.