Glittery jumpers – and why we’re our own worst critics

La Redoute glittery winter jumper

This was only supposed to be a post about glittery jumpers. But one of the best things about blogging – and being your own editor – is that you can go off course and write about things that really matter to you. Not that glittery jumpers don’t matter, clearly they do.

I bought this particular jumper because it felt like the kind of thing I’d need this winter. It’s yellow and grey, which I love, and it also sports a large tinsel stripe. Because we all need a glittery go-faster stripe in November, don’t we? I know I do.

 La Redoute glittery winter jumper

I took these photos on a drizzly day when I was feeling decidedly under-the-weather. Dressing to match my cup of lemon Lepsip felt like the only solution. A jumper like this is warm and cosy – a walking duvet – but it also has the potential to let you fake it till you make it. Like painting on a smile.

No one will notice you feel ill, because they’ll be too distracted by the tinsel on your front. Or if they do, they’ll still admire your cheerful taste in jumpers. It’s tempting to hide away when you feel under-par, but try the opposite and you might actually feel a bit better for it.

Which got me thinking about how we’re always worrying about what other people think, when really we’re our own worst critics.

We all have things we don’t like about our appearance. When you write a blog and take a lot of photos of yourself you get used to niggling feelings of doubt. I have a long list, but mostly I worry about my teeth and my wonky eyes. My eyes, the legacy of a severe childhood squint, rarely face in the same direction in photos. But after two corrective surgeries, they’re probably not going to get any better. And they’re really not that bad, they probably just give me a permanently quizzical look.

My teeth are my other weakness. A childhood accident left me missing one front tooth. I now have a crown there and it’s an unappealing shade of greige.  As a child I used to hate how it looked enough to put my hand over my mouth every time I laughed. It’s only recently that I’ve felt brave enough to even smile with my mouth open.

La Redoute glittery winter jumper

We say horrible things to ourselves that we’d never dream of saying to other people.

In my head I regularly call myself fat, squinty-eyed and generally hideous. This isn’t a pity-party – I’m not looking for praise, or flattery. What I’m trying to say is that the best way to combat these uneasy feelings is to accept your imperfections for what they are. To own them, in Millenial-speak. We all have a story to tell, and our little scars and imperfections make it worth telling. Oh, and you’re almost certainly the only one who notices them anyway.

I’m not a model or a cardboard cut-out, I’m just a normal woman who likes glittery jumpers. And that’s ok.

two-tone glitter jumper

I wear: Jumper, £39, La Redoute / Jeans, £14, Peacocks /

Boots, £29.50, Marks and Spencer / Coat, White Stuff (past season)

7 thoughts on “Glittery jumpers – and why we’re our own worst critics

  1. Ruth Kirk

    Hi, Lizzie, this is your best blog ever. Isn’t it amazing what insights a thought can lead on to? If it’s any comfort, you are my ideal of effortless beauty (it probably isn’t effortless at all, but that’s how it seems to me). I’ve never noticed anything whatsoever about your tooth, either. I’ll never forget the first moment I set eyes on you, in Norfolk. You sat on the back of the motorbike, removed your helmet, and your long thick hair fell about your face. The thought shot through my mind, “She looks like a model”, and my opinion has never changed since! We are all very lucky to have you in our lives. XXXXXXXX

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  2. KatieJane

    I think this is such a nice post! It’s good to know that someone who makes a living out of taking pictures of and writing about themselves has the same concerns or fears as the rest of us. It’s healthy to talk about this kind of stuff, even if it is disguised in a lemsip-yellow jumper with a sparkly stripe!

    KatieJane | Soup&Champagne

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  3. Helen

    Oh well said Lizzie! I am most definitely my own worst critic….some morbid defence mechanism… if I get in there first no -one else can say any worse??!! What on earth is that all about? Never let my kids put themselves down like that!! PS looooove the jumper!x

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  4. Sophie

    Really relatable post & my teeth are my least favourite ‘feature’ too. I always make jokes about them & my accompanying Resting B*tch Face to try & detract further from them or like the kids say ‘own it’. You made me open-mouth smile reading this S x

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  5. Charlotte Steggz

    You look gorgeous no matter what. My internal “bitch voice” takes on the voice of different people depending on how I’m feeling. I imagine that certain people will be saying things about me if I go out like *that* or dare to stop trying to be perfect.
    I love this post xx

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