Yummy Mummy…er, no.
As much as I would love to be that, and I say LOVE, with capital letters here, I am so NOT a Yummy Mummy.
First off, there is no way I can spend so much time on my appearance. Even if I could, I don’t think I would. I would far rather flop on the couch with a piece of cake and a cup of tea, reading a good book than buffing my heels or shaping my brows (although as I sit here, I can tell you without a doubt that they both need some attention, urgently).
Maybe the yumminess comes naturally to a few moms. Alas, it does not for me. One mom at my little boy’s educare has beautiful thick, lustrous hair that swishes as she walks. Seriously, how does a woman get her hair to “swish” so naturally? Another mom seems to wear very little make-up, and yet she looks ever so glamorous.
I crawl out of bed strongly resembling something that has awoken in a crypt after a thousand years. Obviously, in order to look anything like a Yummy Mummy would take hours of work for me. As any Mom would know, we simply do not have the time for this behaviour in the morning.
Most mornings, when I am rushing around like hell on wheels, preparing for the school run, I have an allotted ten minutes to myself for “glamming up”. In my world, in an allotted ten minutes, glamming up entails a face wash, teeth brushing, a quick swipe of blusher and mascara if I am lucky, and then quickly pinning my wild, untamed hair into a fairly presentable bun. I don’t even check my hair in the mirror. I do this in the car, where, to my horror, I discover that my hair looks even worse than I could have imagined. Thank heavens for the “sunglasses atop the head” look. That hides a multitude of bad hair days.
When it comes to clothing, I have and am in the process of nurturing my attitude of: wear whatever you want to wear, regardless of colour, style and occasion. So what if you wear a pink camisole under a bright orange t-shirt? I love both pink and orange. Why not wear them together?
The only heels I can wear are wedges. If I could find my perfect pair, I would wear them with everything. Until then, its flip flops for me.
My sister sometimes lives in her track pants and t-shirt. When she glams up, she sometimes tries to wear almost every jewellery piece she owns. Alright, I exaggerate somewhat; she owns way too much jewellery for that lol.
Another friend of mine rocks the “I’m me” mom look. Jeans is her style of choice, and I think I have only seen eyeliner on her once in all of our years of friendship.
The point I am trying to make, along with all of this babbling that I am renowned for, is BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE. Dress in the way that makes you happy and comfortable. Why waste time to try live up to insane expectations? So what if your kids don’t think you are cool (when do they ever think that anyway)? And so what if a few of the population look at you sideways?
Wear all your jewellery at once. Or wear none at all. Make your hair gorgeous. Or don’t even bother to brush it before pinning it up. Wear insanely high heels. Or wear flip flops.
So alas, a Yummy Mummy I am not. I am slightly plump (hey, I grew two human beings, I’ve earned my current shape), with not-so-great hair and brows that are mostly not perfect. My dress sense is questionable: at the moment I have on faded black tights, an orange Old Khaki top with a small hole in it and a pink pashmina because the wind is a bit chilly. My hair, despite all my plans of making it look “swishy” today, is actually curly and a wee bit frizzy and is wrapped in its normal position of a bun. To this I have added a small flower.
All this because I love the colour and feel of the Old Khaki top; my pashmina is pink, which I adore, and it also keeps me warm. The flower in my hair simply makes me happy.
Don’t get me wrong, if you are classed as a Yummy Mummy, then thumbs up to you. You look amazing, and you should rock every ounce of it. I am in awe of your yumminess.
But for all the Sporty Moms, the Boho Moms, the Glam Moms, the I’m Not Sure Who I Am Yet Moms, you are no less fabulous. Thumbs up to you!
Whatever your “look” is, rock it, live it, love it.
So I may not be a Yummy Mummy, but that flower in my hair sure is pretty.