Ok now i am mad!

As you can tell from the post title something i have seen today has made me cross.

Just scrolling along through my Facebook feed, as you do.

And i came across an article – about a website that sells baby high heels.

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Now don’t get me wrong I am all for letting little girls wear adorable things, nothing wrong with it. 

But there is a line.

And i believe that baby high heels, bras for kids too young to wear them, and bikinis for young kids are over that line. 

In fact they market high heels for girls Bella’s age and i still think she is too young for them.

We are forced the idea that women have to look and dress a certain way as it is.

And i will be darned if i start my kids down a path that involves trying to be a carbon copy of others.

So don’t get me wrong I am all for things that are adorable.

But these shoes are just wrong.

Although i wouldn’t be surprised if reality TV families brought into the idea.

I felt like i wanted to write something on this matter because we are always fed the idea that beauty and style is more important than being who you are.

But i believe different.

I wouldn’t want my girls to look back at pictures of themselves and not see a change. To see them in high heels right from the get go.

We need our kids to be kids.

They grow up too fast as it is.


Dear mums, it’s ok.

You may have noticed a slight absence from me lately.

It has taken me a long time to get the courage to write this post.

About a week and a half ago I suffered what can only be described as a mental breakdown.

I was in a pretty bad place.

I am still not in a great place if I am honest.

But I am very good at putting on my “I am fine” face if you know what I mean.

In fact i am wearing it today.

I have been back and forth writing this for a week, trying to pick out the right words.

When i went to see my parents, they didn’t understand the way i was feeling – but they grew up in a different generation – where mental illness was not talked about and hidden away in hospitals.

I got the usual comments – what do you have to be depressed about? Is Matt helping out at home? Etc etc.

They forced my hand in going to the doctor. I wasn’t going to.

In telling the doctor about everything – she didn’t really look like she knew what to say to me or what to do. Which didn’t exactly fill me with confidence.

But i got put back on antidepressants. 2 weeks ago tomorrow.

Interestingly depression isn’t just about what you have in your life or what you don’t have – it’s a mental illness.

I will admit that. I have before. I am not ashamed of it.

I am a mum and have depression.

I am a mum and i have anxiety issues.

I am a mum and sometimes i want to be alone.

I am a mum and i am on antidepressants.

This doesn’t make me a failure. I thought it did.

I thought it made me the worst mum. But it doesn’t.

It makes me strong for getting help.

For putting my hand up and admitting my problem. I am honest and brave.

If you are a mum and feeling down or depressed just know it’s ok to feel this way.

It’s also ok to get help.

It’s ok to reach out.

It’s ok to take medication to help.

It’s ok to not be ok.

I am not ok but i will be.