Self-Care

Self-Care is sexy

Everyone is talking about self-care, usually with their face covered in a face mask or via a picture of their lower legs in a bath, overpriced candle lit nearby, maybe a frond of eucalyptus somehow makes its way into the picture.

But is this really what self-care is? Maybe in the advertiser’s definition of self-care, because it’s a great way to sell something we don’t need, to us, unsuspecting people who just want to be better versions of ourselves.

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The ugly side of self-care.

Taking care of ourselves is really the goal here, gently, as if we were caring for a child. The child is really just us, grown-up adults, considering eating ice cream before we have dinner. So consider self-care to be what you would prod an unruly child into doing because everyone knows it’s better for them.

Make the bed.

Don’t stay up past your bedtime.

Floss and brush your teeth.

Lay out your workout clothes for tomorrow.

Limit screen time.

Eat your broccoli.

Drink all the water.

These daily tasks, yes, sometimes I call them drudgeries, are what taking care of ourselves really is. Because making ahead your lunch or taking your vitamins are the true definition of self-care, although a lot less glamorous than the perfectly filtered bath selfie I just liked on Instagram.