I started Mums in Heels because I have always dreamt of a supportive community, a safe space where women can unapologetically be themselves, where women empower each other instead of tear each other apart. In the last 15 years I have been traveling around the world starting my life from scratch several times, looking for new friends, new jobs, new opportunities. All this time I have been craving desperately a supportive community of other like-minded women with whom I can celebrate my successes and act like myself without being judged.
This is why I started Mums in Heels ….and because I have always been crazy about fashion, art and craftsmanship.
Becoming a mum made me experience a lot of shame and guilt for who I am. I realised sometimes there is no one else to blame for your misery but your own inner voice. This made me understand the importance of truly accepting and embracing your imperfections, starting to own your life, your space and your story….and finally change the conversation in your head. That’s another reason why I started Mums in Heels, because I wanted to hold space for women to share their stories and see their own unique beauty and gifts. I wanted to give them permission to step into their own spotlight even when they feel they are not perfect.
This is how Mums in Heels was born, a blogazine for smart and daring moms who want to take ownership of their life and live their best version, taking charge of their personal image and the relationship they have with themselves.
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On a windy dry day in Kitwe, Zambia, I stopped my car to put some fuel in the trunk. The boys usually would show me from far if they had gas supply that day or not. Today I was lucky. Climbing off the step of my Cherokee I heard the boy say: How much today Mamma.
I went red and angry. “I am not a mama, I am a madam and why are you calling me a mama, how dare you etc. “
He looked at me innocent and puzzled…”But madam, here in Africa we call a woman mama in a sense of great respect and adoration. If you are a mum, you are a goddess, you can carry the world on your shoulders.”
I didn’t answer but years after that event I keep remembering the boy at the gas station and his puzzled look, his words and … what a great power lives within us women. It still feels almost unbearable to listen to women complain about their weight, the shape of their nose, their husbands, finding excuses about what stops them from being and feeling amazing?