Mommy Transformations

Every time something major happens in our life we feel as if we've been reborn. Which is how I felt after I gave birth. Like a whole new person, like a stronger woman, and I wanted to express how I felt through my hair. In my teen years, I either had my hair red or black. While training in the military I died my hair back to a natural color, black which faded into a dark brown and never strayed from those colors. I stayed relatively safe when it came to my hair, always kept it long after a childhood filled with chili bowl haircuts. 

Brown Hair = my safe zone
That was until recently. With a new baby and a new perspective on life, I felt like it was time for a change. I was always too chicken to go blonde but with a little encouragement from Jeff and armed with an amazing stylist I decided to take the plunge. (If you're ever in the Houston/ Pearland Area and need your hair done check out give Scarlet a call!) 

New color & Bold lips! 

I absolutely fell in love with it at first glance. All my worries had been erased. I honestly needed the confidence boost. There was a question on whether or not I wanted to cut my hair, at the time I wasn't ready for that big of a commitment, but later on my grandma who is also a hair stylist said she would cut my hair so I went for it. In the Texas summer heat, cutting my hair was probably the best decision I ever made.

Being a mommy to a newborn isn’t exactly the most glamorous thing in the world, I spend most of my days in oversized pajamas with throw up stains and my hair in a bun. Sometimes I look at my Instagram feed and admire all the moms of newborns who look flawless, put together, and fashionable wondering how they do it. Carrying a baby around all day the LAST thing I want to do is wear high heels, and put on nice clothes (It’s just going to end up getting throw up on it!) But when I do put effort into going out I feel unstoppable.

Me feeling pretty next to my love! 
Some of the not wanting to get ready has a lot to do with the extra baby weight I still have, no I haven’t been working on it {My recent pins might tell you otherwise} and I know I need to but sometimes I chose to clean up, take a nap, write a little bit, edit pictures, or read a couple articles instead of working out while the little drool monster sleeps (which she’s starting to do less and less of) It’s still a blow at your self-esteem when you see moms on the cover of magazines with 0 stretch marks and perfect bodies.

~I'm flawless either way ~

~Then I remind myself of the wonders of Photoshop~ and snap back to reality. I give myself a little pep talk. I am a strong, beautiful woman raising and amazing little baby. When that doesn’t work I lean on my rock solid support system, Jeffrey, my dad, my mom, my aunts, and my grandma. I know that I can go to them with anything and they always find a way to remind me that I’m doing an amazing job. I think sometimes we’re so caught up in our routines that we need to take a step back and remind ourselves that we’re doing our best and that it’s ok to lean on other people when you need a little pick-me-up or some words of inspiration.