Strong Women need Strong Women

You Need Your Women - The Ones Who See You, Hold You, and Remind You Who You Are.


As a content creator, I get to meet so many influential, inspiring women - and truthfully, it’s my favourite part of what I do. Because for me, being around women like this didn’t just inspire me. It saved me. Without them, I may not be here and I certainly wouldn’t be the woman I am today.
That’s why I started Mother Me. Because I recognise how blessed I’ve been to have women pour into me, guide me, and remind me of my worth when I’ve forgotten it. I want to give that same energy back, to create a space where women can be real, vulnerable, and still powerful.

Over the past week, I’ve met women who’ve reminded me again and again: we need each other. Not just for the big milestones, but for the quiet, messy, unseen moments too.

This week I met the incredible Iskra Lawrence, founder of the body care brand Salt Air. It was our first time meeting, but instantly we connected - two beauty lovers, creators, and mothers navigating the world. What stood out wasn’t her success or her fame, but her honesty. She told me she sometimes went days without showering when her baby was born, and that’s where the idea for her brand came from. I almost laughed out loud because same.


When you’re mentally and physically drained, when you’re barely holding it together, things like showering or brushing your teeth can feel impossible. But the shame that comes with that? That’s what really breaks us. Hearing Iskra say it out loud reminded me why these conversations matter so much. We’re all trying to survive, yet pretending we’re thriving. But the truth is: being vulnerable is what heals us.

A few days later, I met Bobbi Brown - yes, the Bobbi Brown. She spoke about being pushed out of her own company, the one that bore her name. Imagine the emotional turmoil that comes with, building something from the ground up, just to be pushed out. She told us she didn’t know what to do with herself for a while, until one day, while doing makeup for a model, she remembered what she loved about it. That spark led her to create Jones Road Beauty — a brand she now runs alongside her two sons.

Listening to her, I was reminded of something powerful: you can lose everything and still rebuild. Your story doesn’t end when things fall apart; sometimes, that’s where it begins again.
Later that week, I found myself standing in the House of Lords, meeting Baroness Shaista Gohir for the launch of the Muslim Safety Net.

For most of my life, I’ve struggled to name one “role model.” I’ve taken inspiration from many women across different spaces and walks of life. But meeting a British Pakistani Muslim woman who is also a mother, and who has fought tirelessly for women’s rights through the Muslim Women’s Network, felt deeply personal. I didn’t go looking for a role model, but there she was, proof that motherhood doesn’t end your dreams. It just adds another layer to them.

And then there’s Michelle Robinson - Olympic athlete and woman of pure light. Every time I see her, she looks at me like she sees me, not the version of me online, not the polished exterior, but my soul. She’s one of those women who radiate power and warmth in equal measure. Every time I walk away from her, I feel like I’ve been handed a torch of motivation. The kind of woman who makes you believe again in your own strength.

Motherhood taught me something no one ever says out loud: you need a village, but not just for your child for yourself.

You need women who make you laugh when you feel small, who remind you of your fire when you forget it’s there.

My two best friends aren’t mothers, yet they’re the ones who lift me the most. They hype me up, celebrate every win, and remind me who I am when I slip into old patterns of guilt and exhaustion. I adore my mum and mother-in-law endlessly, but they’re from a different generation - one built on the ethos of “suffer in silence.” My friends? They’re the ones who look me in the eye and say, “You’re a badass bitch. Don’t forget it.”

The women you surround yourself can be your saving grace - so find the ones you can be real with - the ones who make you laugh and hold you when you cry. The ones who remind you that softness isn’t weakness, and vulnerability isn’t failure.

Because here’s the truth: strong women need strong women.

Find your people.

Hold them close.

And never forget - you deserve to be poured into too.



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