Somewhere along the way, many of us mums stopped dressing for ourselves and started dressing for survival—throwing on the same black leggings and grey jumpers, not because we love them, but because they’re easy. But what if the clothes we wear every day are sending a message—not just to others, but to ourselves—that we are here to serve rather than to be seen?

Only when everyone’s sorted, do you turn to yourself—what to wear? You stare at the wardrobe and feel the dread creeping in. Nothing feels right. Does this sound familiar?