Beauty Decoded

At 13 I was ugly. My arms were too long for my body, I was super skinny and my nose was too big for my face. 13 is when you’re in the 7th grade. Lots of girls had breasts by then, I did not. Lots of girls had boyfriends, I did not. I hadn’t even had a kiss and from the way I felt I looked it didn’t seem like that was a possibility anywhere in the near future.

So I thought I would seek out some encouragement from my mother. Now, my mother is one of my biggest fans, however sometimes she lacks tact with her honesty. I spent a lot of time in the mirror analyzing every hideous feature of me at this time in my life and after one particular long scrutinization I went to talk to my mom.
“Mom, do you think I’m pretty?” long pause.
“Every child is beautiful to their parent” Wow, so I guess the answer is no, is what I thought. Now you may be thinking this is terrible but I find it hilarious. I didn’t when it happened but now I have self esteem, and generally like what I see in the mirror. I always liked beauty and makeup and hairstyling, but I think this event contributed to my passion. Afterwards I started trying all those home beauty treatments, mayo deep conditioners, egg white masks and a beauty addict was born.

So here I am, on a quest for all things and definitions of beauty. I’m on a quest for what I feel to be truly beautiful within myself and others. I also love love love trying all the new beauty treatments and products out there and sharing all my knowledge. Ask me anything.