If you know me, you know I am not a skincare influencer.
I don’t have a 14-step morning routine.
I don’t own fancy sculpting tools.
And those red light face masks? Scare the heck out of me.
But I have discovered one wildly effective, completely untapped solution that helps moms look 10x more energized.
It’s a revolutionary scientific blend of:
Sleep and support.
Sorry for the bait-and-switch title.
But also… not sorry.
Before we go any further: if you have a gua sha tool and love it, amazing. If you have a 10 step night time routine that makes you feel like the queen that you are, then I am here for it. If wearing a red light mask while standing on a vibrating thing-a-ma-jig brings you life, I would NEVER yuck on your yum, and that is not at all what this blog is about.
This is not anti-skincare.
This is anti-blame-the-mom marketing.
If you are ready for a feminist rant on the 'tired mom' marketing scam, then you, my friend, are in the right place.
You know the one.
The creams.
The patches.
The powders.
The teas.
All promising to make you look “less tired.”
Erase dark circles.
Brighten in five minutes.
Wake up refreshed.
Because apparently the issue isn’t:
A child climbing into your bed at 2:00 AM and kicking you in the ribs.
A partner who somehow sleeps through everything.
The mental load of 4,372 invisible responsibilities.
The fact that you haven’t had uninterrupted sleep in six years.
No.
The issue is that you didn’t spend $75 on the correct under-eye cream.
Convenient.
We are sold the idea that exhaustion is a cosmetic flaw, not a structural problem.
That burnout is a beauty issue.
That if we just tried harder, optimized better, woke up earlier, drank greener shades of smoothies, bought the right mask, we too could glow like the women in the ads.
Meanwhile, no one is asking why mothers are chronically undersupported in the first place.
You ready?
Sleep.
Real sleep.
Protected sleep.
Not “I stayed up scrolling because it’s my only alone time” sleep.
Not “I’ll just push through” sleep.
And support.
The kind where you are not the cruise director of your own rescue plan.
The kind where someone else owns the night wake-up.
The kind where you don’t have to emotionally manage everyone before asking for help.
You know what else helps?
Drinking a hot coffee that hasn’t been microwaved three times.
(She types, reheating her tea again.)
There’s also this fun little cultural rule that women should never look their age.
We’re told to “age gracefully.” (Whatever the fuck that means.)
Which apparently means:
Don’t wrinkle.
Don’t complain.
Don’t rage.
Don’t need.
Meanwhile, men age into “distinguished.”
Women age into “before and after.”
We are shown beauty standards modelled after that of 17-year-old "underage women" that was decided by a bunch of billionaire men on a gross island? Ew. no.
Hard no.
Your face is not a problem to solve....so screw the companies making money off of insecurities they sell us. (Can you see the diet industry cross over here?)
This toxic marketing keeps moms focused on fixing their faces,
Instead of fixing the systems that exhaust them.
It individualizes burnout.
It whispers,
“Buy this.”
Instead of asking,
“Why are you carrying so much alone?”
Because if we’re busy icing our under-eyes,
we’re not questioning why we’re chronically undersupported.
If we’re blaming our wrinkles,
we’re not challenging why we haven’t slept through the night in six years.
If we think the problem is our skin,
we don’t look at the labour imbalance.
The invisible load.
The emotional management.
The mental tabs open 24/7.
Tonight or tomorrow morning, look at one part of your “get ready” routine.
Just one.
And ask yourself:
If no one saw me today, would I still do this?
Does this make me feel more like myself, or more acceptable?
Am I doing this because I enjoy it… or because I’m afraid of looking tired/old/unpolished?
What would actually make me feel more energized right now?
Be honest.
The answer might still be:
“I love this ritual. It makes me feel grounded.”
Beautiful. Keep it.
Or the answer might be:
“I don’t even like this. I just feel like I should.”
That’s your opening.
Because here’s the shift:
Instead of spending 20 minutes trying to look less tired,
What if you spent 20 minutes protecting your sleep tonight?
Instead of ordering another under-eye cream,
What if you had a conversation about sharing the 2:00 AM wake-ups?
Instead of Googling “how to look refreshed,”
What if you asked, “Where am I over-functioning?”
You could buy another cream.
Or.
You could invest in the thing that actually makes you glow.
More sleep.
More support.
More you.
That’s what The Den is.
The Den isn’t about fixing your face.
It’s about expanding your capacity.
It’s a 6-month coaching space for wildly capable moms… that don't want to do it all alone.
Inside The Den, you don’t just talk about being overwhelmed.
You learn how to:
And here’s the part I love most:
When a mom is supported
She doesn’t just look different.
She walks differently.
She speaks differently.
She rests differently.
She expects more.
That’s the glow-up.
Not polished.
Not filtered.
Powerful.
The Den is a room full of women who are choosing that version of themselves.
Not someday.
Now.
If you’re ready to stop managing how tired you look
and start changing why you’re tired then...
Get your butt inside.
Because the real million-dollar formula?
It’s a community.
It’s coaching.
It’s a shared load.