Julianne Moore was featured in yesterday's London Sunday Times talking about movies, family, the ageing process & life....
She's an actor that I'm a big fan of & I think she is more beautiful than ever.
She always seems so at ease & appears to be a woman who has her priorities right & her life in order....
"....her final piece of advice for feeling comfortable in your skin, no matter what your age?
She's an actor that I'm a big fan of & I think she is more beautiful than ever.
She always seems so at ease & appears to be a woman who has her priorities right & her life in order....
"....her final piece of advice for feeling comfortable in your skin, no matter what your age?
"Appreciate where you are.
It was Nora Ephron who said that you'll hate yourself in a bikini now, but in 10 years you''ll look back and think, wow, I looked fantastic.
When you're a kid, you're always wishing you were older, and when you're old, you're always wishing you were younger.
The best thing is not to wish your life away at either end, because it's gone in a second.""
Isn't that so true?
I have a photo of me standing next to a swimming pool, I must be about 8 or 9 years old....
I'm suntanned, smiling & totally carefree....
I look like a string bean, all long limbs.
There's so much I love about that photo....
Out of all the photos of me when I was a child, this one stands out to me.
I can close my eyes & vremember
I look at the photo & think that just about everything in it is perfect....
no traces of teenage awkwardness, no gawkiness, no wanting to be different....
just a young girl who is looks completely happy.
I don't remember wishing I was prettier/cooler/taller/thinner when I was a teenager.
I was always a quiet & not very confident child....
I also had a mother who was extremely beautiful,
the kind of beauty that gives you a lifelong confidence & feeling of superiority.
It must be of some significance, and I say this without any feeling of self-pity whatsoever, that I don't ever remember her telling me that I was beautiful.
In fact she said just the opposite....
I'm not actually sure if she even realised that she was supposed to tell me that....
I think perhaps she was simply used to being the great beauty wherever she went, it was just the way it was.
Somehow though, I survived, it certainly wasn't the end of the world!!
My self-esteem somehow remained intact although it wasn't until my early 20s that I think my confidence truly arrived.
These days of course we all tell our children that they are the most beautiful creatures in the
Whole Wide World, I know that I do.
I could certainly be slimmer, my hair is still searching for its perfect style, my face is not line free, I don't like having my photograph taken & when I say my age out loud to myself or have to write it down, I wonder how that happened & where those years went....
but actually, I like me. I am comfortable with myself &
I am going to endeavour to remind myself of that more often.
Isn't that so true?
I have a photo of me standing next to a swimming pool, I must be about 8 or 9 years old....
I'm suntanned, smiling & totally carefree....
I look like a string bean, all long limbs.
There's so much I love about that photo....
Out of all the photos of me when I was a child, this one stands out to me.
I can close my eyes & vremember
I look at the photo & think that just about everything in it is perfect....
no traces of teenage awkwardness, no gawkiness, no wanting to be different....
just a young girl who is looks completely happy.
I don't remember wishing I was prettier/cooler/taller/thinner when I was a teenager.
I was always a quiet & not very confident child....
I also had a mother who was extremely beautiful,
the kind of beauty that gives you a lifelong confidence & feeling of superiority.
It must be of some significance, and I say this without any feeling of self-pity whatsoever, that I don't ever remember her telling me that I was beautiful.
In fact she said just the opposite....
I'm not actually sure if she even realised that she was supposed to tell me that....
I think perhaps she was simply used to being the great beauty wherever she went, it was just the way it was.
Somehow though, I survived, it certainly wasn't the end of the world!!
My self-esteem somehow remained intact although it wasn't until my early 20s that I think my confidence truly arrived.
These days of course we all tell our children that they are the most beautiful creatures in the
Whole Wide World, I know that I do.
I could certainly be slimmer, my hair is still searching for its perfect style, my face is not line free, I don't like having my photograph taken & when I say my age out loud to myself or have to write it down, I wonder how that happened & where those years went....
but actually, I like me. I am comfortable with myself &
I am going to endeavour to remind myself of that more often.
