07/11/2025
You haven’t truly lived until you’ve had a deep, soul-stirring conversation about birth… while half-naked with a paper towel spread your belly button for dignity. 😳😂
That was me today.
My beauty therapist and I always end up having the best chats!! The kind that start light and end up profound. We’ve talked about motherhood, mental health, conspiracy theories, identity… basically everything. Some people go to therapy. I go for a wax.
Anyway, I was telling her I’ve started training to become a doula.
It’s a volunteer role, but it feels like such a natural next step.
I’ve supported mums before and after birth for years, but this is a chance to be there in the moment to help women feel safe, heard, and supported no matter how they choose to give birth.
She got so excited and said, “Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to be a doula!”
And I said, “You’d be amazing!! You’ve got that calm energy, you make people feel comfortable and cared for…”
and before I could even finish, she goes
“I already look at vaginas all day anyway!” 😂
You know… whilst I’m on full show 😳
We both just lost it.
Like, full on laughing.
And you know what? She’s right in her own hilarious way.
Because what she does…
holding space and making people feel safe when they’re at their most vulnerable, it’s not that different at all.
Whether it’s a treatment room, a birthing suite, a kitchen table with a cup of tea or a late night phone call with a glass of wine… 🍷
Women’s work so often looks like that.
Quietly caring for each other.
Making each other feel seen.
Making each other laugh😂
“What’s the most unexpectedly deep conversation you’ve had mid-wax / massage / haircut? I can’t be the only one 😅”