The Art Of Reinvention
by Lisa Laird
January 1, 2019
It all began a year ago on New Year’s Day when I attended a party with a girlfriend who had recently re-invented herself. She had accomplished this with a new look, a new attitude and new clothes. My great idea initially came about out of envy. I was so jealous of all the attention she got that night that I decided to make some changes in my life for the better.
Overall, I was functioning at a level physically that I knew deep down inside was at low par. I was 50 pounds overweight and sluggish all the time. I had the energy of a snail, and no motivation to move faster. I couldn’t climb a flight of stairs without stopping to catch my breath. I had my hair in braids, so I didn’t have to be bothered with it, and I hadn’t bought a new dress in five years.
I was thirty-six. But I felt like a fifty year old woman when I climbed the stairs, and I had long ago decided that there was no point in competing for the attention of the opposite sex. I had given up after two unsuccessful marriages, where I came out feeling battered, beaten and betrayed.
My two great pleasures in life were now my plants and cooking, and I had resigned myself to a life of books, horticulture and good eating.
But when I came home that night from the party, I sat in my favorite chair in the dark and reflected on me and what I had become. As I sat there contemplating my first move, I remembered how my cousin had sought out the services of a therapist, when she was fired from the third job in a row, and how much she claimed the sessions had helped her.
I realized that I needed to talk to someone who did not know me personally where I could air my true feelings and thoughts and not worry about being judged. I also came to the conclusion that I needed to begin a true healthy way of eating, and the road to developing that pattern was to visit a holistic practitioner who specialized in teaching the benefits of eating natural foods.
The next day was a Saturday, and I was busier than I’d been when I was away at school. By the end of the day, I had made appointments with a highly recommended analyst, a holistic doctor and had purchased a membership to a local health club.
I was ecstatic as I prepared for my great adventure. I had always wanted to open up my soul to a learned listener, and I was anticipating the opportunity. That same night, I tore out a photo in a magazine of a model in a beautiful gown and posted it on my bathroom mirror for inspiration.
As I stared in the mirror at my face, I made a decision to go and have it professionally made up and to change my hairstyle immediately. By the following Wednesday, I had discovered that I’d had low self-esteem since I was a teenager because my mother was cold and non-affectionate. I was also made to realize by the probing of the analyst, that perhaps because I had no male figure in the home, that I probably used that deficiency to seek out male affection to the point of emotional pain.
By Thursday, I had taken my braids out, cut my hair and begun a vegetarian diet, preceded by a colonic (an irrigation of the colon) that had me feeling instantly better.
At the end of three months, after drinking a gallon of water a day, and eliminating fried foods and red meat from my diet, I had lost 37 pounds and I felt better than I felt in years.
During the course of this time, I learned more about myself and my feelings that I could have ever imagined. I learned of an insatiable need that I had to be approved of and sanctioned by others. For the first time I understood the mistakes I’d made in my marriages and how much I had created my own problems.
My self-confidence shot up even higher when I went to Saks 5th Avenue, got my face professionally made up, bought three new dresses, and a co-worker flirted with me, who had never looked at me before.
But most importantly, the best aspects of my makeover included, acquiring a discipline I’d never known, a look into my psyche that I’d never done, and a newfound love for myself that I’d never had.
It is now ten months later, and I have a muscled torso, more admirers than I can accommodate, and a new attitude about my life. An attitude that has successfully motivated family and friends to jump on the same bandwagon that helped me become a better me.