A FEW MONTHS BACK I HAD A TOTAL Celeste Barber SELF-CARE SITUATION

I mean, I’d been running around at the time as if I had a 10 month old baby, a partner and home to tend to plus a business to reignite. Ha!

 

Now that I had the nanny for a few hours, I knew the time was now and I was feeling pretty blah.

 

The beautiful babe radiating sunshine and serenity popped into my mind as I remembered her IG stories from early on in the week. She had been out nourishing herself by bathing in the warm rays of the sun that gently kissed her skin. She looked divine. Tranquil. In love with life and completely in herself and her experience.

 

‘Give me somma that’, I thought. That’s what I need. I want to feel ‘that’. So I will do, just that.

So off I went to make the most of my 2hour ‘Self-Care’ Spree.

 

Now before I continue, I absolutely endorse, recommend and celebrate the following self care routines I’m about to share. But it turned out, that day, just wasn’t my day.

 

Firstly, I begin pouring the good old epitome of Self Care Rituals, ‘The Bath’.

I sprinkle my magnesium in so I get that deep relaxation. I add my drops of lavender oil, you know, for even more relaxation.

 

Nailing it right.

 

I light my candle, cause that is soooo self care. And I Bluetooth my spa music playlist from Spotify. While the water is filling my tub, I turn to the mirror and I begin to disrobe.

 

I see it all before my eyes. Somewhat unrecognisable as the body I live in now. My breast, my tummy. My weight. Something in me sinks a little. I gaze over my body critically. I actually have to stop my thoughts and downward spiral, to ask myself ‘How is that helpful?’, so I redirect and I look to the parts I really like. I then look to my breast. I swear the moment I became pregnant my areolas grew legs and started running in different directions. They are so big now. I see the parts that bring me wishful thinking, and uncomfortability. I see parts that are curvaceous and beautiful. I finish with a thankyou to my body, because it truly has does a wonderful job.

 

I draw my attention back to the bath. I place one foot in. That’s warm, I think.

 

In goes the other foot. I give it a second for the temperature to register.

 

That’s fucking hot, I think. I start to shuffle between feet, which does not elevate the boiling water sensation and I quickly exit the bath. Steam rising from my feet, I turn the cold water all the way on.

By the time the temperature is good, I lower myself in. now, I’ve added far too much water in the attempt to cool it down. So now its full to the brim and I have to move slowly and stiffly.

 

Shit, this bath is small. I feel like a drowning prezel. I find the most comfortabl-ish position that I can and tell myself this is self care and I’m doing it. Livin the dream. Mumma taking care of herself.

 

After 10 minutes I’m uncomfortable. I’m up in my head and I need to find another way.

The naked sunbaking!

 

I ease out of the bath, into my flowery robe (because I’m a goddess) and I make my way with my speaker and towel to the back part of my yard. Its the most private spot and I have no idea where the nanny is.

 

So I'm laying down on my back. Getting all comfy, slowing down my breathing. Sending my awareness to all parts of my body. Haaaaaaa, I breath out. You all know I’m into pleasure and pussy awareness so yes, I now have my legs parted to receive the rays of sunshine upon my labia. That feels good, I think to myself. This is what I needed.

 

Ouch! WTF is that. Was it a spider or an ant? Again, ouch! Hmmm, I roll over cause I don’t want little bites on my lady bits.

Now I’m on my tummy. Feeling like I’m a bit wary but hopefully I’ve repositioned enough with my towel that I’m safe. I breathe. Haaaaaaa! Haaaaaa!

I kid you not, next thing I hear are these two big nostril breathing sounds. I look around startled, and it’s the fucking horse next door. Ears pricked. Gorking & snorting at me, like he’s never seen this curiosity before and vigorously rising his head up and down. Great, my big bright shining ass has scared the horse next door and it looks like it wants to jump the fence and put me out. I don’t even know if that’s a thing for horses.

 

Ouch, Ouch! Fuck me. My attention is snapped back to bites on my skin. I’m being bitten, again. Fuck! Little fucking ants. Everywhere.

 

I give in. It's not my day. I shake out my towel. I robe up, I turn off my speaker and I go back to the house.

 

I have 15 minutes left before the nanny is out the door. I find my way back into my bed. It’s cosy. It feels good. And I just lay there. It doesn’t look fancy. It doesn’t look majestic. It is basic AF. Its just me, naked in my bed. Curled up cuddling myself.

 

Ha, what a calamity.

 

Some things I know:

 

1. Self-care is about how it feels, not how it looks. Sometimes what we think looks like self -care actually is just pretend care. We all deserve depth, unfurling, nourishment and pleasure in our Self-Care.

 

2. Your life is an adventure, be open to how it unfolds. Laugh at yourself. You are hilarious. How cool is it, hanging out with you and the shit you get up to!

 

3. Draw inspiration from others, but remember every day will look different, your self care will look different, that’s ok and do it your way. You are fucking amazeballs!

 

4. Sometimes, all we need is simplicity. Absolutely simplicity.

Tell me about your 'Self-care gone wild' experience or share your fav self-care meme, cause laughing is self-care too xx