My Story II

I spent most of my life looking at girls and wondering why they were so flawless. Granted, I knew they all had flaws but their outward appearance was so, for lack of a better term, BOSS. I always wanted to be a boss.

But to me, those girls were magical. They knew how to "wake up like this". Thus, I figured I would keep my nose in my books and allow their sprinkledust to carry them off to the ball while I stayed behind in the forest.

Indeed I was in the forest. Lost. When it came to beauty, I tried to put one foot in front of the other. And I was going nowhere, walking in circles. Reason being, I was doing it quite passively. There was no intention. No purpose, No drive. It was haphazard. No direction. No passion.

In between all my other interests in life--whether that be research, travel, spirituality--beauty took a back seat. All the way back. In the trunk. So while girls were getting prepared for a life of flawlessness as early as middle school when they played dress up, improving in high school when they played with makeup, solidifying their tastes as they blazed the runway that is a college campus and ultimately becoming the divas they are today, I was into reading. About everything. Except beauty apparently.

Beauty, as a topic, never showed up on my radar ironically even though it passively interested me. I would pick up makeup here and there. And by here and there I actually mean once in 4 years. In short, I only knew about foundation, lip gloss and eyeshadow (and only after college), and at any time I usually had only one of them on. Which I guess is not so bad. Yay me!

Shopping was never an adventure for me. It was a means to an end. In fact, I used to breeze through the mall and find nothing. That was because I never had an intention of what I was looking for. I had no clue then that some people go into the mall with an outfit(s) or picking up a staple in mind. The mall was a very uninteresting place to me. I was a bit of an anti-shopping snob. And I could never understand how people could spend hours at the mall.

Forever, I thought it was magic that made other women stand out. But now I know that this is an industry. This is a trade. There are tricks to the trade. This is an intention. This is passion. This is an obsession. Beauty is a paint job to blur out the imperfections and enhance the superior features. Beauty is where you are the canvass. Beauty is nature, taking care of your skin and hair with nature's treasures to create a flawless look even as you sleep.

And now on my beauty journey, I am taking action. Unlike before where I passively threw something (anything) together, I want to actively create a pulled-together look. I want to establish my style. In fact, I want to know my style. And I am so grateful that you all will be joining me on this journey.




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