Like nearly everyone I know, I have days when my self-esteem plummets and all I want to do is wear my mangiest old tracksuit and hide behind the sofa. The variation in mood has nothing to do with how I look, events in my professional or private life, or even the number on the bathroom scales. My confidence is often ephemeral and illogical. One day I’ll feel great, and another day like a troll, destined to stay under the bridge forever. One might assume that writing a fashion blog, where I splatter images of myself all over my little slice of the web, I’d be brimming with confidence and bravado. Not so. There are days when I would rather do anything other than pose for photos. I’m not suggesting I don’t have an ego, that would be a flimsy and disingenuous assertion.
You may ask, who cares? Well, no one – at least I don’t expect anyone to. I do not share the story of my erratic self-esteem in an effort to garner sympathy or support from the online community. My hope is if you’re having a rubbish day today, where you wince when you look in the mirror and can’t bear the thought of leaving the house, know that you’re not alone. We all feel like that sometimes, some of us more than others. Don’t listen to the negative voice in your head, whispering undermining mantras and persuading you that you’re not good enough. That voice is lying, don’t let it win.