Back at it with the ✨MJC-mail!✨
Catwalks, self-kindness & a bit of food poisoning...
Hello you beautiful bunch! 💜
The first Saturday of the month has come back around which means it’s time to catch you all up with what’s going on over here! 🌞 As always I want you to be as cosy and comfy as you can, so feel free to grab a blanket or a cuppa and treat yourself to a leisurely scroll, whenever suits you 🛀
The comment section is always open for you to catch me up on what’s going on with you, I love noticing familiar names pop up and seeing you connect with each other here as well!
February had some real pinch-me moments, starting with a dreeeamy photoshoot for one of my fave beauty brands…
I never know what’s going to show up in my emails - some weeks it’s deathly silence and you have to convince yourself that no, everything isn’t crumbling down around you. Some weeks you get invited to do a photoshoot for Rare Beauty, Selena Gomez’s make-up brand, and you get to feel all shiny and cute for the day 🥰
THEN life was like nah you’re feeling too cute, how about a bout of food poisoning…
I am still processing the fact that I was betrayed by a burrito, of all things. I request your understanding during this difficult time. 🌯💔
Every month has to include a visit home for a dose of sisterly love and a reminder of who the real queen of the family is. 👑
Then I hopped back to London and weirdly got to be a model, again??
I’ve always wanted to walk a runway (I grew up on the problematic brilliance of America’s Next Top Model everyday after school), but I figured it wasn’t going to happen. Partly because of the beauty standards, and more recently because I’ve tried my best to divest from fast fashion and only support second-hand or sustainably made clothes.
So I was BUZZING when a chance came along to walk in London Fashion Week, wearing all second-hand clothes, with a bunch of awesome non-model peeps strutting for a brilliant cause. The show was Oxfam x Ebay, and all the outfits were auctioned off to raise money for the charity afterwards. A dream.
In other career news that I haven’t properly celebrated yet (I never wanna sound too braggy, but I know that’s the patriarchy talking and fuck it, I get to celebrate my wins), I got a gig with MTV hosting their online Movie segment!
I get to watch upcoming films, research the heck out of them and then interview the actors which I LOVE doing. And I’m super grateful for the chance to do something light-hearted & feel-good as well 🥰
You can catch the interviews here:
Tessa Thompson’s Movie Moments
(and if you’re feeling generous enough to like the videos/leave a nice comment, hopefully I’ll be able to do some more! 💜)
To round out the month, I went with my girlfriend to celebrate her baby sister’s 18th birthday, which was so wholesome and filled with beaut family vibes 🪩👩🏽🤝👩🏾
Here’s one more of us strolling in the sunset to round-off the update, because why not?
That’s all from me! I’d like to say an extra thank you because you all being here and supporting me over the years (in whatever form) is the reason I get to do cool and meaningful stuff and I don’t take for granted how special these moments are. So thank you, I love you 💜
Lemme share a self-kindness win from this week 🤗
At the weekend I spoke at a conference - it was a beautiful audience all there to learn about eating disorders and what medical professionals can do to better support people in recovery. So important. And a massive privilege to be part of.
I got up, spoke from the heart, told my story and what I've learned since. It wasn't my best public speaking and it wasn't my worst.
When I left, my brain pulled up its usual post-event pattern:
Go back over everything we said.
Point out every place we could've done better.
Project criticism and disappointment onto everyone there.
Feel like shit.
Then I stopped. Why did I just go and speak about the possibility of life after recovery if I'm still using my own post-recovery life to be cruel to myself? Why do I bother to show up, give my energy and share with vulnerability if I'm never gonna feel good about it? When will it ever feel like enough?
I caught the old thought pattern as it was forming and forced it around into a new one:
We showed up today.
We were honest.
We connected to other humans.
We did something meaningful and we get to be proud.
This is enough. This is something to feel good about.
It's a different kind of recovery, learning to let go of self-punishment. But I'm doing my best every day - and I already know from experience: recovery is absolutely possible. 💜
Transcript: Hi my loves! One thing that I wanted to remind you of today, is that when it comes to self-care, you are never too big for the basics. Most of us know on some level what it takes to look after ourselves, we know we need sunlight and movement and nutrients and a good night’s sleep - these simple things. But we over-intellectualize our way around them. We tell ourselves “well we don’t need to do this because this is more important, we can figure out a new way to take care of ourselves, we don’t need to listen to what everyone else is doing! Meditation? Nuh-uh, I’m too smart for that, it’s not gonna work on me!”. Babe, the basics are the basics for a reason. If it didn’t work, people wouldn’t be shouting about it all the time. Sometimes our overthinking and our reluctance to try the simple things, is us not wanting to commit to that level of self-care, and in some way stay stuck down. So if you’re stuck right now, go back to the basics. The basics are the basics for a reason.
I hope you have a beautiful rest of the weekend, wherever you are 💫 I’m back with Queen Gemma, most likely doing hair or nails or dragging her out for a walk as you read this!
Extra huge massive thank you to those of you who were kind enough to buy me a coffee this month by being a paid subscriber here! It feels really warm knowing that you believe in the value of what I create and want to show me that tangibly 🤗
Your turn to catch me up if you want to! Otherwise, take care and I’ll see you again next month!
Love,
Megan 💜
Thank you for the update and the real. And thank you for you ED recovery post on IG.
You snapped me out of a relapse.
A few months ago I unfollowed all the body positive accounts I had followed but yours. Thank goodness for that. Thank you for you!
Hi Megan,
I don't know if you read these but I just wanted to say THANK YOU for what you do, all the way from India. and a tight tight hug. I would love to send you a sari to wear from here!