Category: Blog Posts by Vie Portland

  • Kindness starts with family*

    (*However family looks for you)


    The hashtag “#BeKind” resurfaces regularly, yet kindness seems in short supply in the world we are currently living in. 

    Sometimes, those that espouse the “Be Kind” message are using it to tout their own beliefs; their meaning is, “be kind as long as you’re being kind to me, but not the people I refuse to be kind to or about”. And that is frustrating.

    It can be tempting to wonder what the point is if there are people like that.

    Sometimes it can feel like we, as individuals, can’t make a difference. “I’m only one person, so what can I do?” 

    Firstly, I’m a big believer in, if we were all to take one step, that’s 7 billion steps, which is astounding! 

    Secondly, we can all create a ripple effect. 

    There’s a lovely children’s story book, Ordinary Mary’s Extraordinary Day (links at the end of the blog). 

    At the beginning, Mary picks some fruit from a neighbourhood bush, then leaves a bowl full of the fruit on a neighbour’s porch. The neighbour is very grateful and, because she doesn’t know who left them, she decides to make five fruit pies to give to the people she thinks may have left them.

     Those five people go on to do something kind for five more people, and so on. It’s only 15 steps on from Mary’s first act of kindness before everyone in the world is reached. That’s incredible! 

    Still not convinced you can make a difference? Let me change your mind, starting with the differences you can make at home.

    What is kindness?

    Kindness is choosing to do something that may help someone else feel good, or at least better, including ourselves. Those acts can be small or large, or somewhere in between.

    There’s a meme that circulates on social media every now and then, where a woman says her boyfriend waves and smiles at everyone, including those people he doesn’t know, because he remembers reading about someone who chose to stay alive because someone waved and smiled at them in the street.
    That can seem silly, but when I was in the depths of my mental health breakdown, many years ago, on the rare occasions I ventured out, if someone smiled at me, it meant so much! It meant that someone thought I was worthy of smiling at, which was another reason for me to stay here.

    One small act of kindness, one smile, can make a huge difference.
    Being kind can be giving yourself time to sit and have a cup of tea in peace, or making someone breakfast in bed. It could be getting a couple of bits of shopping for someone, or giving someone a quick call. Or being kind could be volunteering, donating money, or lots and lots of things in between.

    There are probably a million or more acts of kindness, but, wonderfully, you can repeat the same act over and over and still make a positive impact.


    Why is it important?

    Kindness has been proven to boost our own mental health and wellbeing, as well as improving our mood and improving our self-esteem.
    There is a mental health crisis, especially in young people. The World Health Organisation estimates that over 1 billion people are living with a mental health condition.
    Encouraging kindness among our family can help boost a sense of belonging, and it can help us feel connected. It can also increase our happiness and raise our self-esteem. Don’t we all want that for the ones we love?

    Kindness to ourselves

    For many of us, it’s easier to show kindness to others, rather than ourselves, but, as this blog post is focused on the importance of kindness within families, I want you to start with being kind to yourself.
    We often just carry on, pushing on through, aware of everything that needs to get done and feeling we are the only ones who can do it. It can feel like we’re on a constant hamster wheel, whilst also free-falling and drowning, and we’re trying to stay upright while all those feelings are happening?!
    So, I want you to stop.

    Just stop.

    Take a deep breath.

    Take another one.

    Now, let’s continue.

    What would happen if you really had to stop? What if all of the busy-ness you feel you have to do makes you ill and you have no choice but to stop? Most likely, you’d have feelings of guilt and failure because you can’t do everything you think you are supposed to do.
    This is where self-kindness comes in; it helps you before you get to the point where you feel overwhelmed and have no choice but to stop.
    It can be hard to fit time in for self-kindness, especially if you have young children at home, but there are ways it can be done, and there are many ways that you can share your time.

    Dancing is kind

    Dancing is great for increasing neurotransmitters – wonderful things that make us feel good – in our bodies, so dance together. Take turns picking music and set boundaries, for example, no moaning about the other person’s choice of songs, and no cutting them short, unless you all agree that’s acceptable for everyone’s song.

    Setting those boundaries are a great way of modelling expected behaviour: I will do this for me and for us, and that’s what I want you to do, too. A child is more likely to follow the guidelines if they see their adult following them, whereas, if they know their adult will always give in to the child saying they want the song cut short, but not their chosen song, that becomes an activity that’s for them and not you, and vice versa.

    Boundaries are also important when you do want to do things by yourself. When they’re younger and can’t be left alone for more than five minutes, implement things that can be done in that time. You can sit and have a quiet cup of tea while they look at a book, play, or watch one of their short programmes on tv. I know this can feel selfish, but it’s also beneficial to the child. When you demonstrate that it’s okay for you to take time out to rest and think, it’s okay for them to do it, too. We all need that time for ourselves, irrespective of age.

    A whole day just for you

    If you have others that can care for your child, maybe their other parent, a grandparent, a friend, establish a routine from early on that you get a “you day” every month, where you do whatever you need, whether that’s booking time with a friend without children, going for a haircut or spa, or going to a theme park with or without your children – whatever you want to do. As they get older, let them have ‘them days’, too. Those days will, probably, mostly include you until they are more self-sufficient, unless they want a sleepover at a favourite auntie’s house or something.

    By modelling that it’s important for you to take care of your needs, they will learn that it’s important for them to take care of their needs, too. The lessons learned in childhood will last into adulthood. That means they’ll be passed on to future generations, spreading the kindness further.

    Kindness to others

    Most of us who spend time with children will encourage sharing, and that’s a wonderful act of kindness; there are plenty more things you could do, too.

    Being kind to fractious children
    If they’re feeling a little fractious, say to them, when you feel a bit grumpy, something kind someone could do for you is to rub your feet, or to let you have a quiet five minutes (give choices for you so they know they can have choices, too) and that makes you feel happier.
    Then ask them what kind thing you could do for them to help them feel happier. This will help them learn that kindness is about listening to someone and understanding their needs, as well as doing something kind for them.

    Help a child care for others
    If someone you both care about is having a tough time, ask them what they like for people to do when they are feeling sad. Then you tell them what you like people to do when you are sad. After that, decide together what kind thing you can do for the person you care about who is feeling sad.
    It doesn’t have to be about spending money; in fact, many of the best acts of kindness cost nothing, like these:

    Draw a card together,
    Write a note,
    Pick a flower from the garden or park (dandelions and daisies are usually free), or
    Lend them a favourite cuddly toy to hug.

    All of these things will be very much appreciated by the recipient. When they see how happy the person is, it will make the child enjoy other acts of kindness, too.

    Be kind to strangers
    Demonstrate that we can be kind to people we don’t know, too.
    The child in your life could choose toys and clothes to donate to a charity shop or food bank for a child that doesn’t have what they do. Or they could do a sponsored something to raise money for a charity that helps children in another country.

    Understanding others is kind
    Use kindness to help explain the differences there are in the world. One of my favourite ways of sharing about differences is through storybooks.

    There are such wonderful books available that cover everything! And they can be as obvious as you would like; for example, if you wanted to share about same sex parents in a very sensitive way, you could read And Tango Makes Three, which is a beautiful true story about two male penguins who adopt an egg together at an American zoo.
    And then there are options where the story just happens to have gay parents, such as the Jodie Lancet-Grant’s books, or more explicit ones that can help a child understand how living with a Queer parent can be.

    There are also many books about

    Children with disabilities, including my own, inclusive children’s picture books;
    Children from different races and cultures;
    Children experiencing grief; and
    Children living with mental health issues.

    Pretty much anything you would like to talk to a child about, there’s a storybook about it. If you can’t find one for what you want to talk about, please get in touch, and I will see if I can find one for you.

    Creating a culture of kindness

    There will always be people who don’t choose kindness but, as long as most of us do, we can make changes in our worlds, at home, locally, nationally, and globally – just like Ordinary Mary, we can cause ripple effects of kindness.

    One of my favourite quotes is by the anthropologist Margaret Mead. She said: Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.

    So, let’s start creating the world we want to live in by being committed to practising regular acts of kindness, to ourselves, to those we love, and to those we don’t know, and spread the happiness everywhere.

    If you would like some more ideas for acts of kindness, I have created a Kindness Calendar! When you sign up, you’ll receive an idea for an act of kindness to do every day for a month. You can sign up here: https://mailchi.mp/b3e9d58b3ff2/kindness-calendar-2026

    There are also additional ideas for children to do.

    And, if you’re struggling with the idea of being kinder to yourself, you can book a free 20-minute discovery call with me so you can see if working with me will help you see that you deserve all the kindness. Just email me here: vie@VIPempowerment.co.uk 


    Mental Health article on kindness: https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/explore-mental-health/kindness/kindness-matters-guide#:~:text=Those%20of%20us%20who%20are,and%20improve%20our%20emotional%20well%2Dbeing.

    World Health Organisation mental health link: https://www.who.int/news/item/02-09-2025-over-a-billion-people-living-with-mental-health-conditions-services-require-urgent-scale-up 

    Hive link: https://www.hive.co.uk/Product/Emily-Pearson/Ordinary-Marys-Extraordinary-Day/24601804 (Buying from Hive also means you can show an act of kindness by choosing your favourite local book shop to receive a percentage of the sales.)

    Waterstones link: https://www.waterstones.com/book/ordinary-mary-s-extraordinary-day/emily-pearson/fumi-kosaka/9780879059781

    Amazon: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ordinary-Marys-Extraordinary-Pearson-Hardcover/dp/B00M0DHZNA/ref=tmm_hrd_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.XFUvZ6LrIMyMmecYQXO-kOdP7-Lrw_xOf1MoH4XaMc3GjHj071QN20LucGBJIEps.q2RmSwYJek7ihrSawn_CoTlkGTE-uAAVdkFk5gxnzzI&qid=1769422095&sr=1-1 
  • Even Disabled People Can Be Ableist

    I am open about being a disabled person. I am a great advocate for other people with disabilities, and for myself.

    Internalised ableism
    But I still have some internal ableism, aimed only at myself, but it’s embarrassing to admit to, because I am expected to be fully accepting of who I am. And I am, mostly, and I know I should be with this one last thing, but it has been a struggle, and I feel it’s important to explain.
    I might blush!
    Picture the scene (maybe with me in a Victorian swimming costume to protect my modesty 😉): 
    We had just moved into our flat (apartment if you are non-UK based). The bath in our new home, being wider and deeper than our previous baths, looked so inviting, and, as my body was desperate to soak in some bubbly hot water because of all of the moving, I was very eager to have my first bath in it.
    I climbed in. I wallowed for an hour or so, reading a book, enjoying a bit of chocolate with my cup of green tea. Bliss. Then I had to get out.
    But I couldn’t.
    I twisted. I turned. But I couldn’t lift myself out of the bath.
    Why?
    Because I hadn’t taken into account how much I used the rails that had been installed in our previous bathroom to help me in and out. I had convinced myself that I used them for ease but not necessity.
    I eventually managed to get out, after sitting in the cold for a while.
    Home changes
    A little while later, we had an Occupational Therapist visit. She arranged for rails to be fitted, brilliant!, and she said I would benefit from a blow up chair to help me in the bath.
    I remember the feeling in my chest. A firm no. Then, using my positive mindset, I talked myself round, telling myself I would see it as an inflatable on a theme park water ride, and I would raise my arms and go “wheeeeeee!” every time I used it.
    It took me 18 months before I felt ready to use it. It’s not that I didn’t need a bath to help my pain; I just couldn’t bring myself to use the chair. 
    Finally, a bath!
    So, we plugged it in to get charged. The machine pumped it up. We filled the bath with water. I climbed on, begrudgingly admitting that it was easier than lowering myself to the floor of the bath. Then the thing wouldn’t deflate! I was basically paddling while sitting on a blow up chair! 🤣
    We deflated the chair and I hoped I would be able to get out (I did; I’m not writing this from the bath 😉).
    We tried again last night, and the same thing happened, but, this time, we realised we could deflate it manually, then blow it up again when I wanted to get out. I did try to get out by myself first, though. That internal ableism was still there, telling me that I am not disabled “enough” to need this additional support.
    And, me being me, I thought more about why I have this. 
    Not enough
    As I have already said, I will proudly advocate for myself and other disabled people, I will passionately express the importance of inclusion and acceptance. And I mean every word I say.
    But then I remembered I haven’t always been that way, about myself, at least. I have always been a great advocate for others.
    I was born with my main disability but, partly because it’s a very rare disability, and mostly because I was in a family that didn’t really care enough to keep taking me to doctors, to keep searching until I got a diagnosis, I wasn’t diagnosed until a few weeks before I turned 28.  
    I got involved with the charity that supports people with my first disability almost immediately, and, even though I happily talked about other people with the condition, saying they have a disability, I couldn’t see that I had one, too. That was due to my self-worth then; I had none and felt I wasn’t “enough” for anything, and, though I had spent much of my lifetime to that point in pain, I felt I was a fraud.
    As time went on, after so many years with an undiagnosed disability, and a lack of self-care, because I didn’t feel I deserved it, I was diagnosed with more and more conditions. But I still couldn’t accept that I was disabled.
    The acceptance came after I started my steps into teaching myself to be more confident. The acceptance came when I realised that I also deserved care, and that my experiences were valid. 
    A lonely start
    Sitting in the bath last night, I was thinking about where my internalised ableism has come from.
    Obviously, part of it comes from never feeling I was “enough” , from growing up in a family where my conditions were considered a hindrance.
    But part of it comes from not really having any disabled role models when I was a child. The only disabled person I can remember seeing on tv when I was little was Sandy on Crossroads, and, well, his life was nothing like mine; apart from him being a male adult, and me a girl, he was posh and lived in a hotel; I lived on a council estate with my working class family. Disabled people weren’t like me.
    I loved books! I went to the library frequently, and borrowed several books every time, but I never read about anyone like me. That meant, to me, that there weren’t people like me, I really was completely alone.
    I remember my first, as far as I am aware, encounter with someone who was disabled, not that I knew they were initially. I was around 7 and in the local park with my younger sister (we’ll ignore the fact that it was just me and my younger sister, with no adult supervision). An adult came over and wanted to play with us. I had seen the Stranger Danger stuff, which was scary, but I had also already been assaulted by an adult who had wanted to “play” with me. I was terrified.
    I grabbed my sister, ran home, and my dad called the police. When they came, they explained that it was a young man with learning disabilities who saw himself as the same age as us and just wanted friends. I felt horrible and cruel! Although I, as an adult, can understand why I reacted the way I did, me, as a child, was mortified, and I remained embarrassed about it for decades. 
    Representation matters
    Sitting in the bath, trying not to cry about the ridiculousness of me avoiding using a blow up chair, I started thinking about how much of a difference it would have made had I seen other disabled people when I was growing up. I don’t think it would have made much difference to my self-esteem, but seeing someone who looked like me, with my condition, would have helped me feel less lonely; it would have helped me see that I wasn’t the only person like me in the world; I would have seen that I wasn’t “wrong”.
    We do see more people with disabilities now, in presenter and acting roles, even in pre-schoolers tv (I really like the couple of episodes of Mixmups I have seen). But we’re still not seeing many in books, and we’re not seeing an equal representation of the population. 24% of people in the UK live with disabilities; are almost a quarter of people on our tvs, in films, in books, disabled? Even taking into account that many disabilities, including mine, unless I am using my stick, are hidden disabilities, do you think 24% of people we see in the media have disabilities?
    Making a difference
    When I go into schools, I am sometimes asked to talk about living with disabilities, especially hidden disabilities, either in small groups or assemblies. On more than a few occasions, children have asked me questions, and many of those children will say, for the first time, in front of their friends and peers, that they have a disability, too. They tell me after that they feel that they didn’t think their friends will like them anymore when they know that they are “broken”; speaking to someone who chats happily about being disabled gives them hope.
    It saddens me that this is still happening. It saddens me that so many children still feel that they aren’t “enough” because of their disability. It saddens me that there still isn’t enough representation so that all children feel seen and valued.
    Obviously, I am trying to make a difference with this. I wave the disabled banner proudly; I talk openly about being disabled; I challenge people when they make judgements about what they think disability looks like (Only 8% of people with disabilities use a wheelchair, yet a wheelchair is the accepted symbol; this means many of us have to prove we’re disabled because we’re perceived to be doing it “wrong”. That’s a conversation for another day); and my books are more representative than most.
    Helping those like little me now
    You may have seen about my current Crowdfunder campaign, where I am raising money to get my latest book published. As with my previous campaigns, there are options to donate to either a school or group of your choice, or to put in “the pot” to donate to organisations that support children living in poverty (1 in 5 children in the UK don’t own a book, mostly due to the cost of living crisis).
    Maybe you don’t have children in your life in the age group this book is aimed at, so you can’t see a reason why you  should support it. Maybe you can’t imagine how a book would make a difference. So, here I am, as an adult, telling you that, if someone like you had supported a book like this, that represented children like me, that I could borrow from a library, I wouldn’t have been as lonely and isolated. 
    None of us can go back and change my childhood experiences, but all of us can make a difference to children now.
    How amazing is that?!
  • “There are many little ways to enlarge your child’s world. Love of books is the best of all.”—Jacqueline Kennedy

    Apr 5, 2024


    A sofa made of books?!
    I sometimes joke that we have 22 bookcases in our flat; no furniture, but 22 bookcases.

    We do have furniture, but making room for our bookcases was really important, as we both love books. And there are 22 of them.
    Books have always been important to me. As a child, they allowed me to escape to places where good things happened; as a teen, they gave me hope that healthy relationships existed; as an adult, they showed me I wasn’t alone.

    I am made up of thousands of books
    I have moved a lot in my life. This current home is home number 30 something (keep in mind that I have only lived in three places in the last 17 years, so a lot of that moving was done before I turned 30), and, in every home, even the brief stays, I have had some books. Paul Young may have called home wherever his hat was; my home is wherever my books (and cats!) are.
    And, if I hadn’t had books, I wouldn’t be me. Those books have helped me to learn, to grow, to show me I wasn’t the only one in the world that had feelings and experiences like me.
    I LOVE BOOKS!
    And I know I am not alone in loving books, and knowing how important they are.

    Stories shared
    So, when I started writing my books, then published them, it felt so exciting! It felt like I was part of this world I love, that my books could be to someone what other books have been for me. And I love that they have been. I have had parents say their children have, for the first time, felt represented in a book; they have said that they loved seeing a child with a disability living life fully, like they do. As for La Vie Est Belle, I am honoured that so many women have felt safe to share their stories with me (though, I am also saddened that so many women have these stories to share), telling my story gave them courage to talk about their own, often for the first time.
    Books are important.

    A session in a book
    I have been doing Find Your Fabulous sessions for almost two years now. They’re always lots of fun. From the outside, it can look like it’s simply silliness, which has its own merit, but I know they are more than that. I’ve had parents say that they have never seen their child feel confident enough to join in before these sessions; I’ve had children invite me for play dates because they know I’m fun and feel safe with me; other parents have said their child wants to talk to me about how they feel; and I’ve had siblings of adults with learning disabilities tell me how much they have enjoyed my books. It’s wonderful!

    And I have been asked to turn the sessions into a book.

    So I did. Sort of. I respond to the children in the room when I deliver these sessions, so each session is different; and I take two huge folders of writing, drawing, colouring, word searches, and other activities for them to do. I obviously can’t make a unique book for every child that reads it, and, if I added every activity I do into the book, the book would be the size of a breeze block.

    But I have written a book that shows ways we can boost our confidence, through questions, activities, some singing, and some silliness. It’s as much of the session as I can put into a book, and I am so pleased with it! I’ve also had great feedback from those that have read it, which is reassuring!
    This book isn’t a story, so there isn’t one main character; instead, the brilliant Lottie Thomson will be creating lots of gorgeous characters to go on every page.
    (Lottie’s website: https://www.lottiethomson.com/about/ )

    The best book it can be
    Now, I wish I had made a fortune on my previous books, and I could afford to make this book happen, the way I want it to be made, which is paying for an illustrator, an editor, a proofreader, a formatter, a cover designer, and printed by a professional book printer, but, sadly, I haven’t (I did feel reassured recently when I heard a fantastic children’s author, one who is traditionally published, with a global market, and who is award winning, said they still need to be in employed work three days a week, as their books didn’t make enough money to live on.). So I am doing another Crowdfunder.

    As before, there are rewards to buy the book, to buy a book and donate a book to a school or group of your choice, right up to booking me to do a training course for a school or group of your choice.

    And, in-between, are rewards where supporters can buy books to donate to organisations that support children who live in poverty.
    A book of your own
    The reason I have chosen to do this, with your support, is because it deeply saddened me when I read that 1 in 5 children in the UK, don’t own their own book. (https://literacytrust.org.uk/research-services/research-reports/book-ownership-in-2023/ )

    Can you imagine not having a book?
    I imagine that lots of us had hand me downs as children, and we remember the joy of getting something that was just ours. To have something that is ours, even if we share it, means we have some worth, that we’re important enough to own something.

    Feeling we’re important from a young age has a huge impact on how we see ourselves as we grow, and an impact on our mental health.

    And reading brings so much else of value. As well as boosting connection between those who read together, it encourages academic ability, and enables development of empathy and understanding.
    (This article from The Literacy Trust explains a little more:
    https://literacytrust.org.uk/blog/reading-children-so-powerful-so-simple-and-yet-so-misunderstood/ )

    Books are important.
    And this book, the book on the Crowdfunder currently, can help with so much.

    Am I evil?
    Then, there is also still the attitudes to disability in the UK (and far beyond)

    Recently, there have been social influencers discussing if they would want to be seen dating a disabled woman, because they would see it as “grim”, and celebrities writing new Roald Dahl based stories, where prosthetics are considered “ugly”, funny, and suitable for the villains. I’m not going to share links to those but it wouldn’t take much of a search to find them.

    Why do some people think that being disabled is something to mock? Do some people think we don’t have feelings? Do some people think we’re not intelligent, so we won’t understand their insults? Do they think, as media portrayal often shows disabled people as the villains, that we deserve the disability/ies because we’re evil?

    Do you know what would help? More positive representation of disabled people! In shows, in movies, and in BOOKS!

    And, as with my previous two books for children, this book will have wonderful representation of all sorts of disabilities and neurodivergence, with children playing happily with each other, disabled and non-disabled, demonstrating that we all have far more in common than that which makes us different.
    (This is one of the possible illustrations for the book that Lottie has drawn.)

    It’s never a bad time to learn about empathy, to learn about kindness, to learn about other people, and it’s never too early, or too late, to learn how to feel good about ourselves. So, if you can, please support this Crowdfunder campaign.

    Making a difference
    Maybe you don’t have children in your life, so you feel this isn’t relevant for you, but you probably have people in your life, who do have children, who could read this book, who would realise how brilliant we all are, as we are, and wouldn’t it be wonderful if there were far more people in your life who thought more inclusively?

    Or maybe your children think they’re too old for picture books, so you don’t think they would read it; what you could do is say to them, “I have bought this book. Will you read it with me, so we can decide which school or group to donate it to?” I have no doubts that conversations could be had with your children, stemming from things in the book, that you may not have thought of an “in” for before.

    Maybe you run a business, and you would like to do something wonderful for your community, because a happier, kinder community is good for everyone.

    Or, maybe, you think I’m great, and you believe in my mission to make the world a happier, kinder place than when I joined it, and you want to support that mission, to support me.

    I believe this book is important. I believe that a lot of children could benefit from it. I believe that it could make a difference in a lot of lives.
    But I can’t do it alone.
    Will you help?
    https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/find-your-fabulous
    Vie
    Xx
  • I’m a Spoonie

    Jul 15, 2023

    You might be thinking, “Well, Vie, I didn’t know you had a fascination with cutlery!” Or you might now have, as I do, the theme tune for Button Moon, following Mr Spoon, singing in your head (here you go: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu0o6u1VmGE ).
    It’s neither of those things, though, who doesn’t appreciate a lovely bit of silverware 😏.
    Spoon Theory was devised by Christine Miserandino in 2003 following a meal with a friend where she tried to explain what it’s like to live with chronic conditions using the cutlery that was nearby.
    So, what is it?
    Spoon Theory works on the premise that everyone has a set amount of spoons to get through every day. A person who lives with no disabilities or chronic conditions may have 25 spoons to get through their day. To get up, have breakfast, shower, dress, might take one spoon’s worth of energy; getting dressed for a party, going to the party, talking, dancing, drinking, may use up three spoons. Most days, there will be a surplus of spoons.
    Now, a person with disabilities and/or chronic conditions may have 12 spoons a day. That’s less than half the spoons a non-disabled person may have. You might think, with so little spoons, that we’re all experts in managing how we use them; however, that often isn’t the case, try as hard as we may, because different activities take up different amounts of spoons for different people, of all ages, at different times.
    I thought I would share about my days and my spoon usage. Before I continue, I will share with you that, as I write this, I was meant to be on a brilliant networking and support session but, as I know I am very tired and in lots of pain today, and that I wanted to write this blog, I had to give up one or the other. The irony that I am using my last spoons to write about being a Spoonie 🙄.
    Ideally, I prefer to wake up when my body wants to; needing to set an alarm means I wake up earlier than my body wants to, which immediately means I am already down a spoon. Let’s say that, for the purposes of this blog, I have slept until I needed to, so I have a full amount of spoons to start the day with.
    I get up. I put on my dressing gown, go to the loo, make my breakfast, then sit down. Sounds simple enough. But it isn’t. It hurts. I am stiff from being mostly still all night and, on touching the floor with my feet for the first time that day, I can feel all of the blisters* and raw spots. Holding the knife to butter and cut my toast, and the banana to go on top, shears some skin on my hand. Opening the bottle of juice, even through the tea towel I hold to do it with, takes more skin off. If my partner isn’t working from home, I can’t have a cup of green tea, as picking up the kettle to fill it causes aggravation to one of my other conditions. All of this is at least one spoon gone. I sit and eat my breakfast, slowly, as, if I don’t chew the toast sufficiently enough, I risk the larger pieces scratching my throat and causing blisters. I catch up on social media, and I do a quick internal scope of my body to see which bits are hurting, so I know whether I have to be extra careful that day. Another spoon gone. I have a shower. Climbing into the bath to have the shower, then climbing out again when I am done, one spoon; I need to wash my hair, that’s another spoon, because it hurts my arms to lift them. I get dressed. Again, not as simple as it sounds. I have to put a special talc on the places of my body where I am prone to have shearing skin, and I may need to put dressings on my feet. Then it’s doing up buttons or zips that cause my hands to shear. Getting dressed equals at least one spoon. I have a networking Zoom call. I really enjoy it but following all of the conversations, focusing on the screen, sitting still, all costs me another spoon. I’m meeting a friend for lunch. I walk to my local cafe, half a spoon. I sit down, look at the menu, get up when my friend arrives to give them a hug, sit down, get up to order, sit down, chat, laugh, eat; it’s wonderful; and it’s tiring. One spoon. And, because I am more tired, walking home takes up a whole spoon. I get home and I have emails to send and answer; I am very tired now so it takes longer to focus and to get comfortable. Another spoon used up. I have another Zoom call; because I am tired, it is more of a strain; another one and a half spoons gone. It’s 5pm and I have one spoon left to get me through the rest of the day. By the time I have eaten dinner, thankfully made by my partner, I am slumped on the sofa. You would think, being this tired, I would get up and go to bed, but, by this point, I am in so much pain that, once I get comfy on the sofa, I want to stay there. So I sit, and I sit, and, as I get even more tired, the thought of standing up and moving just feels too much. I finally get enough energy to get up to go to bed in the early hours of the morning. If I can sleep until I wake up naturally, I should be able to start the day with an almost full quota of spoons. In theory. So many things can impact on how many spoons get used. Did I pass someone in the cafe who could have passed a cold or something to me? Did I eat something that caused my mouth or throat to blister (I am very careful about what I eat, knowing which foods can cause blistering, but, sometimes, something sneaks in, or it’s just an anomaly)? Or have I blistered from the walk? Or blistered from just sitting down? Was there uneven ground that made walking hard? All of these things, and many more, will impact on the amount of spoons I have available. Then there are the days where I have to get up to my alarm, or the days that are very busy, or the days that I am completely living my best life, with dancing and talking, or learning and laughing, that can drain me completely of spoons. Some of you reading this may think, well, why would you do these things if they exhaust you and cause you pain? And I will always say that, if I am doing things that make my mind happy, it’s far easier to deal with all of the physical stuff. I want to live as full and happy a life as I can with the body I have. And, thankfully, my partner understands this and does most things around our home so I don’t use extra spoons. He is also the one that I trust to take off my shoes if my feet feel too far away, and sometimes needs to get me undressed because my mobility is lessened, or my pain levels are so high. As the reader, you may be thinking how you can help those of us that are spoonies. The suggestions I make now aren’t going to be the same for all of us, so the best thing to do is ask. Believe us! Just because we might not be saying we’re in pain, or tired, it doesn’t mean we’re not. And, for many of us, if we do tell you, it could be really bad. Don’t judge us. We may not do things the way you would but trust us that we are doing the best we can. Please don’t insist that yoga/pilates/turmeric/kale will “fix us”. Trust us that we have tried everything we can afford to and that some of our conditions just aren’t “fixable”. Please don’t make “jokes” about how easy we have it, because we get “free money”, or a Blue Badge. Or how you always want to go out with us because we make things cheaper. I am sure that most of us would swap the Blue Badge for being able to walk distances, to not have to worry about the movements we make, to not be in constant pain; it’s hard for me not to turn round and respond with “live with constant pain for 20+ years then you’ll get this ‘bonus’”. And it’s more expensive to be disabled. One example from my life is my toothpaste; nearly all toothpastes burn my mouth and cause more pain, so I have to buy a children’s organic toothpaste that’s half the size of a normal adult tube and more than twice as expensive (Unless I can get it on a deal, I pay £6 for a 50ml tube 🙄). Don’t assume we are lazy. Yes, I sleep later than most of you reading this but I need as much sleep as possible because sleeping is for rest and recovery. Before all of the conditions I have caught up with me, I was an early riser, getting quite a lot done before starting work at 8am. Offer us lifts, whether we drive or not. Driving can be tiring, and getting public transport definitely is*.
    Remember that we are human and we want to be part of our friends’ lives. Please invite us to things, even when you don’t think we can manage those things; though please do some things that we can do.
    Trust us that we know the best things to do. Don’t assume that I won’t want to go for a walk because it will be painful for me, because I enjoy walking, though I do need to consider the difficulty of the walk. Don’t assume I won’t want to try something new.
    I could go on, as this is a HUGE subject. I haven’t even covered the impacts of pain, or different types of pain, or the way new pain affects me. Or how different types of cutlery, and other random things, can affect me 🤷. Or … But, basically, trust us, believe us, ask us, because we really are the ones that know our bodies best.
    Xx
    Here are other blogs I have written that are related to things I mention in this blog.
    *I have Epidermolysis Bullosa Simplex Generalised Intermediate, a rare, genetic, skin blistering condition. You can find out more here: https://www.vieness.co.uk/post/my-experiences-of-living-with-chronic-conditions-part-one
    **I have Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. You can find out more here: https://www.vieness.co.uk/post/my-experiences-of-living-with-chronic-conditions-part-five
    ***I wrote this blog about a morning out and the impact public transport can have: https://www.vieness.co.uk/post/it-s-just
    And, if you would like to learn ways of being more inclusive, generally, book a session with me and we can go through ways of how you can be: https://www.vipempowerment.co.uk
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  • Inclusive Children’s Books Part 2 – Disability Awareness and Diversity

    Jul 14, 2023

    Last month, for Pride month, I started this series of inclusive children’s books, focusing first on LGBTQ+ books. July is Disability Pride month, so I thought I would share the first ten books in this category.

    I said in the last blog that I have a love of children’s and young adults’ books, because they are a great way to learn and a wonderful way to develop empathy. They’re also, frequently, beautiful.

    Now, I think that more books are needed in every category that I will cover with these blogs, and I love that, leading up to Pride month, and even this week (I am writing this in the second week of July), there are still lots of LGBTQ+ books being displayed in bookshops and libraries. However, in Disability Pride month, have a guess at how many relevant books I have seen in the same places? Have you got a number in mind? I was excited to go shopping, to discover new books in this category and, well, my bank balance is happy because I found absolutely none.

    In one Waterstones, who were one of the many stores with a great LGBTQ+ book section for Pride month, I spoke to someone who worked there, said how brilliant their display was, and I asked if they had plans to have a Disability Pride awareness stand; they said they hadn’t even thought about it, but it was a good idea. And this is why we need more awareness; around 16% of the global population is disabled, yet our Pride month is missed by so many. For us to live in a more inclusive, accepting world, we all need to learn ways to make the world that way. Children’s books can help.

    Less than 4% of books, children’s, young adults, and adults combined, have a main character with a disability in. It’s important to have these awareness-raising books; I have a rare disability and I know how important these books are. However, when studies have shown that many children won’t make friends with someone who looks different to them, whether that be due to size, shape, colour, disability, or disfigurement, these books can also make our differences seem more important than all the things we have in common. I believe we all have more in common than that which makes us different, so I feel that there should be a mix, some that are raising awareness of conditions, and some that are showing that we’re all just a different kind of normal.

    I am only going to share ten books for this post, so you don’t feel bombarded, and I will share more in another blog.

    I will share links to the books so you can click on them straight away if they take your fancy. Although I know there are ethical issues with Amazon, and many people choose to not to shop with them, I will be using their links, as they are often the cheapest and easiest option for many; they also have a wider selection of books that some independents can’t afford to stock. I will add here that I will be using affiliate links, so, if you purchase through them, you will be helping me reach more children, young people, and women with every purchase (that will take time, as it’s only pennies for each item, but, as the supermarket says, every penny counts). Thank you.
    • An ABC of Equality, written by Chana Ginelle Ewing, illustrated by Paulina Morgan. It’s a thick board book, aimed at toddlers, but
      I think every human should read it so I am including it in every category! It’s a brilliant alphabet book, going from ability to ze, via feminism, gender, oppression, and race! A wonderful book that has a very simple sentence to explain what every word means. A fantastic introduction. https://amzn.to/43kZ90w
    • I Will Dance, written by Nancy Bo Flood and illustrated by Julianna Swaney, is aimed at 3 to 8s. As a disabled person that loves to dance, I love the idea behind this book, showing that dance is for everyone that wants to try it. The illustrations are beautiful. Personally, I don’t like the almost staccato writing style but it’s a lovely book for any budding dancer who feels they can’t. https://amzn.to/43kZ90w
    • The Tide, written by Clare Helen Walsh and illustrated by Ashling Lindsay. It’s aimed at 3 to 6 year olds, but good for older children to read as a simple introduction. A beautifully illustrated story about a child understanding why her grandfather sometimes forgets things; a simple introduction and conversation starting point, to explain dementia. https://amzn.to/3ruSjZd
    • You Are Enough, written by Margaret O’Hair, illustrated by Sofia Cardoso, and inspired by Sofia Sanchez. It’s aimed at 3 to 7 year olds. A book about inclusion with lots of positive affirmations. The beautiful illustrations are embracing of all different people. A great book to introduce different disabilities to your child, and to encourage your child with disabilities to believe that they can do incredible things. https://amzn.to/3Of4eDp
    • I Remember, written by Jeanne Willis and Raquel Catalina, and aimed at 3 to 7 year olds. This is a beautiful book about a young boy spending time with his grandmother, who has dementia. It has lovely illustrations and the story eloquently describes how relationships can change when dementia becomes part of a family. https://amzn.to/44rfJx0
    • All Cats are on the Autism Spectrum/All Dogs have ADHD/All Birds have Anxiety, written by Kathy Hoopman. These are suitable for all ages! These are wonderful photographic books that have gorgeous photos of animals linked with some of the traits of these conditions. They’re a brilliant way for children to talk about how they feel by putting their feelings onto an animal, and making them easier to discuss. https://amzn.to/3PRDbiF
    • https://amzn.to/3Q4DNkS
    • https://amzn.to/43tkV2d

    Obviously, I can’t do a blog about good representations of disabilities without including my own books.
    • Where Are We Going? was written by me, Vie Portland, and illustrated by Donna Mcghie, and it’s aimed at 3 to 6 year olds. In this book, Emily, the main character, and her mum, go on lots of wonderful imaginary adventures. Emily has a visible difference but it’s not mentioned in the story until the discussion questions at the end of the book. https://amzn.to/44quCj9
    • In Who Am I? written by me and illustrated by Donna Mcghie, same age range, Emily and her mum go on more imaginary adventures and, this time, there are lots of positive affirmations to encourage readers to think beyond the external appearance, and be reminded how brilliant we are, as we are. https://amzn.to/44KzKyw

    If you know of any inclusive children’s and young adult’s books, please do let me know, as I love reading new books. And please do let me know if you read, or have read, any of these books.

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  • Inclusive Children’s Books. Part One – LGBTQ+

    Jun 16, 2023

    I LOVE children’s books! And books for young adults! I feel they are a great learning tool for most things, in that they explain things simply; for example, if I wanted to learn how to play chess, a children’s book would explain it simply, often with pictures, whereas a book for adults would be complicated for a beginner like myself.

    There is also the emotional learning that comes from children’s books. We can read stories of people and cultures that are different to our own, or learn more about the experiences of people we know. Reading books helps us become more empathetic.

    And, in my work, where I teach workshops to children, young people, and women, I like to be able to share with them the stories I read that are relevant to their situation.

    Because of my love for children’s and young adult books (well, books generally, really), I have quite the collection, and, as I am often asked which books I would recommend, I decided to write a blog. Then, as I added each new book I read to the blog, and started to revisit others I already had before I decided to do the blog, the blog itself started becoming full enough to be a book on its own! So, instead, I have decided to break it down into categories, and, as I frequently buy new books, there will probably be several blogs covering each category.

    I decided to start with LGBTQ+ books as we’re in Pride month. Children and young people will be seeing more information around and may be asking questions that you may not feel you can answer; or you may want to add more to your answers, and these books can help. Or maybe all of the additional imagery around will be adding to questions they already had.

    I will share links to the books so you can click on them straight away if they take your fancy; although I know there are ethical issues with Amazon, and many people choose to not shop with them, I will be using their links, as they are often the cheapest and easiest option for many; they do also have a wider selection of books that some independents don’t have the space to stock. I will add here that I will be using affiliate links, so, if you purchase through them, you will be helping me reach more children, young people, and women with every purchase (that will take time, as it’s only pennies for each item, but, as the supermarkets says, every penny counts).

    Thank you.

    I hope the language I use in this blog, in life, is inclusive and correct; I try very hard to use the right language, however, I know that language is ever-moving and that I might slip up. I am always willing to learn more, so please do let me know.

    The first book is one that I could include in every list I write, as it’s so wonderfully diverse and inclusive. An ABC of Equality, written by Chana Ginelle Ewing and illustrated by Paulina Morgan, is a thick board book aimed at toddlers. I think every human should read this book. It’s a brilliant alphabet book, going from ability to ze, via feminism, gender, oppression, and race! A wonderful book that has a very simple sentence to explain what every word means; a fantastic introduction for everyone, child and adult. https://amzn.eu/d/0hyJdXLd

    I Am Jazz, written by Jessica Herthel & Jazz Jennings, and illustrated by Shelagh McNicholas, is a picture book aimed at 4 to 8 year olds. This is a lovely, simple story of how Jazz came to be recognised as she truly is: a girl. A great way to simply explain that not everyone is born into the body they identify with. https://amzn.to/467ngCm

    Nothing Ever Happens Here, written by Sarah Hagger-Holt, and aimed at ages 9 to 12, is a lovely fictional story about how a teen girl deals with her dad explaining that they are a trans woman. A great story of honesty, family relations, bravery, and understanding. I love how every character is truly themselves, good and bad, because we all have those times when we’re not our best. And I love how accepting in every way this book is. There are a few mentions of musicals, one of my favourite things, so bonus points for that, too. https://amzn.to/467ngCm

    My Dad at the End of the Rainbow, written by Benjamin Dean, is aimed at ages 9+. I love this story of a boy whose dad comes out as gay. Without wanting to give anything away, I love its acceptance and gentleness, as well as the joy and exuberance. And the imagery the author creates is wonderful. https://amzn.to/42FmPw9

    I love Juno Dawson! Over the series of blogs, you will see several of her books. You Need To Chill!, illustrated by Laura Hughes, aimed at ages 4 to 7, is her first picture book, and the first one written for this age range. It’s a wonderful introductory book to a child being transgender and how their sister explains it to her classmates. It’s also great fun to read out loud, getting the listeners to join in with the repeated sentence. https://amzn.to/42LXhxJ

    Olly Pike has written some lovely picture books, and I am sure they will be included more than once. The Prince and the Frog, aimed at ages 3 to 6, is a lovely twist on a fairytale, challenging, in a very non-challenging way, gender stereotypes, and demonstrating that consensual love is beautiful, whoever it’s between. https://amzn.to/3XqYWYx

    Frockodile, written by Jeanne Willis and Stephanie Laberis, and aimed at ages 3 to 5, is a fun picture book that shows it’s best to be ourselves, that we can’t always see everything a person is, and that acceptance is wonderful. I love its silliness at times, and I especially love that it does show us that, well, we really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.https://amzn.to/466sRZO

    The Woodcutter and the Snow Prince, written by Ian Eagleton, another author that will appear across the blogs, and illustrated by Davide Ortu, aimed at ages 4 to 7, is a beautifully illustrated modern day fairytale, with hope at its very core. I especially love the maps at the beginning and end of the book. A lovely story to break from the heteronormative. https://amzn.to/42ImN6P

    Two books now from the great team that are Jodie Lancet-Grant and Lydia Corry (illustrator). First, The Pirate Mums, aimed at ages 3 to 8. I want to listen to this book, with singalong sea shanties, and the sounds of the waves! It’s a fun book about how being different can sometimes be awkward, or embarrassing, and how it can also be wonderful. And The Marvellous Doctors for Magical Creatures, which is a brilliant book showing us that it’s okay to be who you really want to be, even if who you really want to be is not what everyone expects you to be. And the illustrations are brilliant! Do take time to look at all of the details in them. https://amzn.to/3NxDbTd and https://amzn.to/42JguzN

    The Princess Without a Crown was written by Claire Walsh and illustrated by Jayne Farrer, aimed at ages 3 to 8. This is a story of a princess who loves to do things her way, which isn’t the way princesses are always expected to behave. I really love that part of her self-care includes putting eczema cream on; I love that this normalises something that is so common for so many; and it’s always great to see, as a reader, someone who does something the same as you. Representation matters. There are lots of subtle LGBTQ+ rainbows and references, and a lovely positive ending. I have been given permission to share this, as Claire, the author, is a friend: what I especially love is that this story is based on the author’s daughter and her now wife! That’s beautiful! https://amzn.to/3XfqTlJ

    Uncle Bobby’s Wedding, written by Sarah S. Brannen and Lucia Soto, aimed at ages 3 to 6. This is a great story for any child who has LGBTQ+ relatives, especially if any of them are getting married, as it shares how, sometimes, our feelings, as completely valid as they are, may not be right. It has beautiful illustrations that feel vibrant and loving. https://amzn.to/3Cw0pmm

    I Am NOT a Prince, written by Rachael Davis and Beatrix Hatcher, aimed at ages 3 to 5. This is a lovely rhyming story about a frog who doesn’t want to be kissed to become a prince, like all the other frogs, so goes on a fairy tale quest of bravery and kindness to see who they really are. There’s also a page where a bear has their bum stuck, which is likely to cause hilarity in all lovers of toilet humour. https://amzn.to/43VQxhO

    This book is utterly joyful! The Hips on the Drag Queen go Swish, Swish, Swish, written by Lil Miss Hot Mess and illustrated by Olga De Dios Ruiz, aimed at ages 4 to 8. This is a retelling of the well-known children’s song, The Wheels on the Bus (I have rewritten it as an affirmation type song to sing in my workshops aimed at pre-schoolers). I love singing, and moving, along to it, and the illustrations are wonderful. This is a great introduction to Drag Queens. https://amzn.to/42KDMVW

    Because fifteen books is probably enough to start with, I will finish with the delightful Julian is a Mermaid, written by Jessica Love, and aimed at ages 2 to 6. This is a wonderful book that embodies acceptance in many ways. It’s a delight to read. And the illustrations are so life-affirming! This book could also go into the list I am compiling in the Race category, as all of the main characters are Black, which is sadly not too common, especially in children’s books. I have already said that representation matters, and that is not only true for the reader to see people that are like us, but to also see people that may not seem to be like us, to show that the world is made up of so many wonderful people who are all very different, but that we have far more in common than that which makes us different. https://amzn.eu/d/03u9Z7zv

    Please do let me know if you read any of these books, and what you think of them, and please do recommend any that you have come across, that are inclusive and diverse. I will be doing more blogs where I recommend other LGBTQ+ books, as well as books that are great representations of cultural diversity, racial diversity, disability awareness and diversity, religious diversity, as well as books that are around self-esteem and confidence. Oh! And mindfulness. You could also let me know which list you would like me to write next 🥰.

    Vie

    xx

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  • 7 BIllion Steps

    Apr 21, 2023

    We can often feel that what we do makes little difference. We can feel that our one choice, our one purchase, our one vote, means nothing. So we do nothing because us on our lonesome makes no difference.

    But, what if everyone thought that? What if everyone on the planet thought that they couldn’t make a difference so everyone everywhere just stopped, and did nothing? I can almost hear the desolation, along with the creaking of the world falling apart. That’s gloomy.

    A happier, kinder world.

    When I’m asked what my purpose is, I always answer that I believe I am here to make the world a happier, kinder place than when I joined it. That’s quite a big statement. I don’t believe I can reach everyone in the world, but I do believe that, with every person I can reach, they will reach others, and those others will reach more, and the happiness and kindness will spread.

    One of my favourite quotes, by cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead is Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. And that can be with everything; with kindness, with policies, with human rights, with environmental issues, with EVERYTHING.

    Now, I know I am not an expert, and I know I could change things to live more ethically, but, that’s sort of my point. Do I stop doing the ethical things I already do because I’m not doing everything possible? Or do I see each action I take as one good step to a happier, kinder world? Obviously, as I’ve already told you my purpose, you’ll know it’s the second one. I believe that, if we all take one step forward in living more ethically, that’s 7 billion steps! That’s a lot of steps! And, imagine if we all took two steps? Or if some of us took 3 and 4, even 5 steps? Isn’t that getting into trillions territory?! Trillions of steps to make the world a better place? Sounds great to me!

    So, what do I do, in my home and in my business? Now, before I go any further, I want to reassure you that I really mean it when I say one step forward is better than no steps in living a more ethical way; the choices I have made are exactly that: my choices. Your choices will be different and that’s okay. And, many of the things I am about to talk about took me years and years to decide upon and implement, so I am also not asking you to do it all NOW. Thinking about doing it, and making small changes here and there are good.

    A work in progress.

    In our home, we eat mostly plant based food, but I still eat fish; see! Already I have shown you that I am not doing everything I could! And that’s just one of many things. For me, it came down to deciding what was more important: my tastebuds or an animal’s life? It wasn’t a quick decision! I liked meat! But I could no longer look at a pig and express how cute it is, then have pork belly for my tea. And I have only not eaten meat for around 5 years.

    Omnipotence

    My first step towards living more ethically was boycotting Nestle, when I heard about the baby milk scandal; over the years, I have learned more about them, about their child labour, about their animal testing, about their stealing from communities. I thought I boycotted everything they did straight away but, years later, I found out that they own lots of companies, including ones I was still buying from; I stopped buying from those, too. They’re a ginormous company so there’s a possibility that I am still buying from them somewhere along the line, though I do check every now and then, but I feel I am doing my bit. I am taking one step forward.

    A less cruel world.

    The next thing I did was stop buying products that had been tested on animals; there were so many alternatives that I couldn’t justify washing my hair with a shampoo that had been rubbed in a rabbit’s eyes to ensure it wouldn’t sting mine; I’m an adult so I am quite good at avoiding getting shampoo in my eyes. With medication, this is harder, and, having disabilities, as I do, it can be hard to avoid, but, with my cosmetic and household products choices, I am taking one step forward.

    For the love of orangutans.

    The last big change I made was removing products that contain unsustainable palm oil. We go to Monkey World in Dorset a lot; it’s our favourite place. They started talking about palm oil and the effects on the natural environment of many of the primates that now live at the park. We felt that it would be hypocritical to bemoan how sad it was that so many primates, and other creatures, were losing their homes to deforestation but not do anything about it.

    This Iceland advert also hit me hard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ha6xUVqezQ&t=16s

    I am not so rigid that I police the food I eat when out at restaurants but, again, I am making one step forward.

    Awards ceremony.

    Now, about my business. My work is about my purpose and, where I can, I think about the impact I am making. As well as teaching people how to be more confident and have higher self-worth, I also make suggestions of things people can do that are more environmentally friendly. For example, when I send out my children’s books, I wrap them in tissue paper, put them in a box, and enclose (most of the time! Sometimes, I forget) a list of 25 alternatives to do with the packaging, in addition to recycling; these include things like making a sleigh for your toys, or making a photo frame for a picture, or making a crown, or turning it into a treasure chest. I now have over 50 suggestions. You can see my books here: 

    And then there’s the bunting. I have Growth Mindset and Affirmation Bunting; both have the option of being printed out in colour or to colour in. I always recommend that they are printed out to colour in; this saves ink, being more environmentally friendly, and it also encourages people to talk about the piece they are colouring in; a win-win. You can see the bunting here: https://shop.vipempowerment.co.uk/product-category/digital-resources

    One small step for humankind; one giant leap for the planet.

    I know there are more things I could do, and I am sure I will as time goes on, but, for now, I am happy with my steps forward. And my steps fit with my purpose of making the world a kinder, happier place.

    Now, without being hard on yourself, what steps could you take to make the world happier and kinder? I would love to know. Please do share them with me.

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  • From Eyes to Ears

    Apr 4, 2023

    I have mentioned Dr. Jennifer Jones a few times in my blogs. She is the reason I went from dreaming about becoming an author to actually being one. Jennifer asked me to write a guest blog for her website about the process of going from writing a book to recording a book and here it is:

    Any questions, as always, just ask.

    #GuestBlogger #Audiobook #Author #DisabledAuthor #Speaker #PublicSpeaker #Narrator #SelfHelp #Confidence #SelfEsteem #Coach #WritingCoach #ConfidenceCoach #SocialEnterprise

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  • The Joy and Pain of Compliments

    Mar 21, 2023

    I love compliments! I love giving them to people I know and to strangers on the street. I love seeing that little bit of joy spark in their eyes, how their face lights up. And I love receiving them! Today, walking home, a lady shouted out of her car window that she loved my hair! How lovely is that?!

    Not everyone is as happy as I am, though.

    Sometimes, the person receiving is so happy about the compliment, that the light stays, and that’s wonderful.

    In many, they’re not used to compliments so, after the initial joy, comes the doubts; the ones where they don’t feel they deserve it; they don’t feel they deserve the kindness; they can’t believe what was said is true.

    I work with a lot of women and girls who are like that. They think so poorly of themselves that anything good said must be a lie, or a platitude, someone just being kind (there is no just about being kind; every act of kindness matters).

    In my book, La Vie Est Belle, I talk about compliments, and how I encourage others to see them. I like to see compliments as gifts; gifts that need no wrapping, that can be very small, but can often reach our hearts more than any gift before.

    We’re all busy. We live in a world where busy-ness is encouraged, even celebrated. We run from one task to the next, squeezing in all the things we feel we have to do. We rush around, heads down, thinking five steps ahead of what’s on our to-do list. Then, add in the extra worries of health, the environment, politics, the future for children, and why on earth does yoghurt exist (okay, that might just be me 😉). Few of us schedule in time to relax, to do self-care, to be a human being and not a human doing. We can go through our day to day, feeling that we aren’t being truly seen; that people are often all too eager to take but rarely give back; that others have forgotten that we have needs and wants, too.

    Our brains are so busy with everything.

    But then, someone stops and gives you a compliment.

    Someone, someone who is worrying about how they’re going to get the 1,512 things done in their 1,440 minutes that day, notices you and decides to gift you some of their very precious time by paying you a compliment.

    You, yes you, have something about you that has made another person stop, focus, and go out of their way to give you a compliment. They could have used the time to start on one of their tasks, or to take a breath, or to roll their eyes at the person walking so slowly in front of them a snail would overtake them, but they didn’t. They saw you and chose to give you that moment, that piece of time they’ll never get back, to tell you something they thought was wonderful about you.

    That’s a beautiful present. And you deserve it.

    But.

    Not all compliments are good compliments, even with the best intentions behind them. The compliments from strangers are moments in time; they don’t know you so their words are based on who they have seen in that brief interlude. But compliments from people in our circles, friends, family, acquaintances, can be well-meaning but are often received loaded with judgement, guilt, fear.

    Many of these compliments are the ones that lots of women, and some men, are given.

    You look great! Have you lost weight?

    You look so slim in that outfit!

    Your hair up/down/curly/straight that way makes you look so much younger!

    Following only meeting via Zoom, you’re so much prettier in person!

    I love that you just don’t care what you look like!

    You look so pretty when you smile.

    You carry your weight well.

    Your hair looks great! Have you done something different?

    You look really good with makeup on.

    You deserve to be much smaller with all the exercise you do.

    You, as the reader, as the giver of some of these compliments, may think these all sound fantastic. What wonderful things to hear!

    In my work, as a confidence coach with my Community Interest Company, I hear many things from my clients and workshop attendees, and I know from my own experience, when I had no confidence, about how these compliments feel, believing they highlight our insecurities.

    I’ll give you reasons why the above compliments are not the best to receive, and simple alternatives.

    What the compliment giver says:

    You look great! Have you lost weight?

    What the receiver feels:

    I can only look good as a smaller person.

    I am not accepted in the size my body is naturally.

    I have lost* weight but it’s due to health issues/stress/grief; are my emotional needs less important than how I look?

    *I talk about language in my book, too; the words lost and gained are covered in terms of weight.

    Simpler compliment:

    You look great. Or, it’s so lovely to see you!

    What the compliment giver says:

    You look so slim in that outfit!

    What the receiver feels:

    Do I look the size of a bus in everything else?

    Simpler compliment:

    You look wonderful! Or, it’s so lovely to see you!

    What the compliment giver says:

    Your hair up/down/curly/straight that way makes you look so much younger!

    What the receiver feels:

    Do I look ancient otherwise?

    Simpler compliment:

    You look wonderful! Or, it’s so lovely to see you!

    Can you see the theme developing here? 😉

    What the compliment giver says:

    Following only meeting via Zoom, you’re so much prettier in person!

    What the receiver feels:

    Do you think I look awful on Zoom calls?

    Does everyone think I look awful on Zoom calls?

    Simpler compliment:

    It’s fantastic to meet you in person! You’re even more fabulous in real life.

    What the compliment giver says:

    I love that you just don’t care what you look like!

    What the receiver feels:

    I do care!

    Do they think I look awful?

    I’m going through so much; can’t they see that me being here is what’s important?

    Simpler compliment:

    I’m so glad you’re here! I love spending time with you.

    What the compliment giver says:

    You look so pretty when you smile.

    What the receiver feels:

    Do I look awful the rest of the time?

    Are they saying I’m miserable?

    Simpler compliment:

    Your smile lights up the room.

    Your smile makes me happy.

    What the compliment giver says:

    You carry your weight well.

    What the receiver feels:

    Are they saying I look fat?!*

    How else am I meant to carry it?! In a basket?!

    *Fat is just a descriptor, like magenta and rectangular.

    Simpler compliment:

    You look so good!

    What the compliment giver says:

    Your hair looks great! Have you done something different?

    What the receiver feels:

    Does it not look good the rest of the time?

    Simpler compliment:

    You look wonderful! Or, it’s so lovely to see you!

    What the compliment giver says:

    You look really good with makeup on.

    What the receiver feels:

    Do I look awful without it?

    Are they saying I need to wear makeup all of the time to be acceptable?

    Simpler compliment:

    You look wonderful! Or, it’s so lovely to see you!

    What the compliment giver says:

    You deserve to be much smaller with all the exercise you do.

    What the receiver feels:

    Do they think I am exercising incorrectly because I’m not smaller?

    Are they saying I don’t look good because I’m not smaller?

    Simpler compliment:

    You are so fit and strong!

    There are some that feel compliments should never be about external appearance, and I can understand their reasoning; however, I, like many others, like to be told I look good. I spent so long hating what I looked like that, now, I like to be told complimentary things about how I look.

    However, I am not, and neither is anyone else, just about their external appearance. There is so much more to me than my pretty frocks and hair flowers, just as there is so much more to you than the clothes you wear, or how you do your hair.

    I feel compliments can include comments about external factors, as long as they aren’t likely to be misunderstood, but that it would be better to focus more on all of the wonderful things that make us who we are.

    Tell someone that you love their hugs.

    Tell someone that you feel joyful when you hear them laugh.

    Tell someone that their company makes you happy.

    Tell someone that you feel brave because they are so supportive.

    Tell someone that they are appreciated.

    Tell someone that they are wonderful just for being who they are.

    And, when someone gives you a compliment, believe the person means it and say thank you. And remind yourself that you deserve to be told wonderful things 💜💙.

    If you feel you would like to work on believing that you are fabulous, book some one to one coaching with me; you’ll be believing you’re fantastic in no time!

    #Compliments #Gifts #PayingCompliments #ReceivingCompliments #KindnessMatters #Confidence #SelfEsteem #ConfidenceCoach #FindYourFabulous

  • Choice Chance Change 

    You must make a CHOICE to take a CHANCE, or your life will never CHANGE

    Jan 12, 2023

    {Author of the quote is unknown)

    We’re in a new year and that’s a time, for many, to make resolutions; they want to be slimmer, or fitter, or kinder, or richer, or…, or…, or…

    And there’s pressure. Pressure on themselves, pressure from others, pressure from society and the media. It’s hard.

    I get messages: “Vie, I want to be more confident.” “Vie, I’m not happy being who I am.” “Vie, I want to change how I feel about myself.”

    I respond and say, “I can help.” Then the assumptions come.

    People often make assumptions about me and about my work. We’re all prone to doing it, especially about things we don’t quite understand. And, sometimes, it’s easier to fill in the gaps with our own biases than ask the questions of the person who actually knows.

    I thought, then, that it would be easier to address those assumptions (these are the ones I hear most about; there are possibly others), and, hopefully, that will make people feel more reassured about working with me.

    But Vie, I want to dye my hair, and you disagree with it.

    No, I really don’t. I started going grey when I was 12 years old (the joys of Mediterranean heritage) and I started dying it soon after. I tried dying my hair so many colours but, sadly, my hair would only dye black and dark brown. After many, many years (and I am talking decades!) I decided to stop. I didn’t like dying my hair, as I found the process tedious and messy. I couldn’t dye it the colours I wanted. So I chose to stop dying it and learn to embrace the grey. 

    What’s the important word in all of that paragraph? Chose! I chose to stop dying my hair. Tomorrow, I may decide to start dying it again. Or I might not. Because I can choose what I do and I am confident in the decisions I make.

    And whatever colour you choose to dye your hair, or not, I will fully support you, as long as it’s your choice. Maybe you want to drastically change your hair colour, or you want to embrace your natural colour, but you don’t feel you can, I can help. You deserve to feel happy in yourself; you deserve to feel happy in the choices you make.

    But Vie, I don’t want to be fat*.

    There has never been a time in my life when I thought, “I want to be fat”. There have been many times, however, when I really wished I wasn’t, even when I was very far from being so; I used to think I was huge when I was just a size 12. I can honestly say that I have hated how my body was, how my body looked, for most of my life.

    Then I reached a point where I knew I couldn’t live unhappily anymore and I decided that I would learn to accept my body as it is. The thought of actually liking the body I was in seemed too much to ask, but I decided to work towards accepting it for the way it was.

    Once I had learned to accept my body, I began to love it. I loved it for surviving everything it had lived through; I loved it for still doing everything it could to keep me alive even though I frequently didn’t look after it for many, many years.

    And the reasons I love it are not anything to do with the size of it. I love my body for all it does.

    Now, if we were to work together, we would work towards you beginning to accept who you are, all of who you are, inside and out, and that has nothing to do with my size or yours. I want you to know that your body is incredible, as are you. And your body does not need to be anything like mine, or anyone else’s.

    I made the choice to learn to accept, then love, my body. There’s that word again: choice. I made the choice to do the best that I could for me; I want you to do the same for you; I want you to choose to do the best for you, whatever that means for you; and I can show you how to get to that.

    And, goodness! I am so, so heartbroken at the amount of women who, because it is so ingrained in them, talk so readily about how much they need to diet, how much they need to change, how they are not good enough as they are, when I just want them to see that they are wonderful, just as they are. Just like you.

    I know some of you reading this will be struggling with all of this. But what about health, Vie?! But what about strength, Vie?! I can give you reams and reams of statistics and studies as to why diets don’t work for over 90% of people; I can recommend books; I can show you the studies that prove size is no indicator of health and wellness; but, instead, I will just ask you, how far has hating yourself got you?

    Maybe, if you learned to like your body, yourself, you wouldn’t beat yourself up so much? And when you like yourself, you will be more willing to try new things, including new exercise, and new adventures; doesn’t that sound far more fun than berating yourself for not being good enough, or slim enough, or anything enough?

    *Fat is just a word; it’s us that put the negative connotations on it. It’s a descriptor word, just like purple or tall. 

    But Vie, I don’t want to wear lots of colour and flowers in my hair!

    And I wouldn’t expect you to! Being confident is about choosing what you want to wear and loving it. I have chosen (there it is again 😉) to wear the colours and clothes I love, to wear big flowers in my hair, because it’s a look I love; but my look isn’t your look. You can choose your look, whether that’s 1960s monochrome, vintage Balenciaga, high street fashion, or a burlap sack accessorised with string; the important thing is, are you ready for it?, that you have chosen it. 

    When you work with me, I don’t tell you what you should wear, because what you wear has nothing to do with me; but I will work with you so that you feel confident to choose the clothes you want to wear and that you’ll feel good in.

    The confidence skills I teach you aren’t this is how I do it, and this is how it must be done, so you must do it too; the skills I teach you show you how to live confidently in your body, in your decisions, in your life, in this moment and the next. And they are skills to give you the confidence to make changes if you want to. 

    I am confident enough to be happy with who I am, wearing the clothes I wear, in the larger body I have, with the grey hair, and that also means that, if I wake up tomorrow and decide I want to live in jeans for the rest of my life and dye my hair mustard, I can, because I have self-belief. 

    You may have noticed that I didn’t say anything about changing my body; I am disabled and, for me, that means I am in pain all of the time, so I am not going to force myself to do anything that puts strain on it, like an exercise I don’t enjoy (ask me to go dancing, though, and that’s another story!). I am also restricted on what I can eat; I can’t eat anything spicy, peppery, acidic, hard or sharp, as those foods cause my mouth and throat to blister and tear; most salad is too peppery, then, add a dressing, and it usually becomes too acidic; I can’t eat most fruit due to the acidity levels; I am not going to beat myself up because I can’t live off salad, and I am not going to feel guilty if Montezuma’s milk chocolate buttons are all I can eat one day (they always stay cool and they are the perfect size to slot into a blistered cheek to soothe) because everything else is too painful. So my body is likely to stay the size it is, unless it’s affected by ill health, stress, menopause, or genetics, and I refuse to beat myself up about that, because my body is incredible for everything it does to keep me alive and moving.

    My body is incredible for all it allows me to do.

    And so is yours.

    The question now is, do you want me to show you how to find your fabulous?

    Vie

    Xx

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