So first of all, “oh hay” I’ve been on a serious hiatus from blogging. I needed to figure out what I was doing and why I was doing it. I got a tremendous opportunity to blog for a few different publications, but I was having such a challenge finding new topics to blog about. Even for myself, I couldn’t bring myself to talk about just makeup and jewelry week after week. Don’t get me wrong. I will be talking about makeup and jewelry week after week, as long as I can combine it with something that’s a little deeper and wider. So here I am, eager and ready to tackle the tough topic of beauty standards.
Time to get real with yourself.
I’ve gotten out of the place where I’m worried about how people accept what I think about and how I view beauty, and just put it out there. If no one feels like I do, that’s okay too. I just want to know that I made a statement.
I don’t really think that I’m beautiful. I think I’m cute. I have gorgeous parents, and good genes. I get complimented on my bone structure and my skin tone all of the time. Before I was a makeup artist, I used to go into the MAC stores, and people would spend hours on my eyes, because it was the same almond shape as the little papers that they used to work on. But I’m pretty average. I’m overweight, I have breakouts, and my mother’s beautifully loopy curls passed me by when they were passing out traits in the birth canal.
How important is my physical appearance?
I was recently faced with a reality. Does what I look like, really determine how beautiful I am? Do my fleeting features, that change with age and life conditions (aka emotional cheesecake eating binges) really define my pretty? It bothers me to no end, that I’ve become so simple in so many ways. I’ve conformed to the world’s standards. I feel so lost so often when it comes to where my confidence should come from. Each year, things drop a little farther, new lines show up around my eyes, curves get a little curvier. If I continue to tie my self-image into what I actually look like, I know I’m setting myself up for a miserable life.
A new look at life
So here is my new assignment in life… look deeper to where the real beauty lies. Not just beneath the surface, but WAY down deep. Where I’ve done the work, and done some reconstructive and cosmetic procedures, to be a better woman. That’s where I need to keep my focus. So that’s what I’m going to do. And as much as you can hear about the latest and greatest lipstick shades and product endorsements on this blog, at least once a week, prepare for some beautification on a deeper level.
I hope you’ll join me on this journey, because I feel like I’ve finally found my passion. Oh and by the way, I know this works… because when you work on what’s inside, you learn how to get your smile back!