Today seemed like the perfect day to do my first blog about "Life." I mean, it is in the title afterall.
Well, shoot. Life is a pretty broad subject, and I must say there's millions of bases to cover but today I am going to start with FEAR.
Fear is something that lives within us all, whether we would like to admit that or not. It's a constant thing that lingers on our minds and is sparked when we see, hear, or are asked to do that we fear. I am certain just after reading this you instantly thought of your fears. I have a few that come to mind instantly; horses, walking by myself at night, having my "monthly visitor" make a suprise run though my jeans, and forgetting my eyebrows at home. Of course I have bigger fears but those are deep and let's be real they can stay in place only my fears know and hope they never come true. There's one however I would like to discuss. I fear leaving my house with no makeup. I know some of you may think that that is "stupid," or "question my self love," but there's a reason behind it. I was made fun of for my skin at a young age and from that moment on I decided to make it my choice to change the way people viewed me. I didn't deserve those harsh words, and neither does anyone else. Sadly, for awhile it resulted in many years of caked on bronzer and iridescent eyeshadow in my younger years. But, also those comments led me to my career in the beauty industry. I vowed to make the world feel beautiful inside and out. I promised myself to always extend a helping hand to those who felt shorted or under educated in skincare, makeup, and self confidence. I never wanted anyone to feel less than they deserved and still don't. I want to listen to everyone's stories and tell them they aren't alone and remind them how beautiful they are. You know what? Everyone deserves that. I feel it is important that I turned my struggles into success, but would be lying if I said peeling back the layers of makeup publically as an adult is easy. It isn't. I have been wearing a full face of makeup since I was 12 years old. I am officially at the age now to where I have actually been wearing it longer than not. Makeup is part of who I am. I no math guru but I would say.. it's about 80% involved in all I do. I can list the names of everyone that has seen me without. No, not a good memory.. it's a short list. I feel you're catching my drift.
Anyway, over the years I developed a fear of being seen in the state I was once judged for. You know the age where acne defines you, mine just lasted for seven years. I also have encountered many instances where being a beauty professional has required me to be bare, some of which I refused which is really not like me in any other part of my life. There's been instances my makeup has been "stolen" so I would come around without so on and so forth. After esthetics school I never thought I'd encounter another instance I would have to be bare, but today I had to.
As you know I work for a cosmetic retailer and today I was told to come in makeup free our hands on training. Anxiety attack doesn't describe my morning, but I put on my big girl pants.. no actually my Walgreens leggings (they are the best) and my work "costume" and went out bare. I didn't refuse. I didn't quit my job before I had to attend. I went and delt. Yes, I shocked a few people because my transformation is a total difference which compliments my artistry skills. Was is hard? Yes.Was I absolutely uncomfertable? Yes Was I alone? No. Did I have anxiety and want to hide behind my hair? Yes. Once again, you catch my drift.
But I DID it, I faced a fear I have held onto for 12 years. A silly one I know especially because I know the truth about me. I know that I didn't choose my skin, my blonde eyebrows, nose, but those are parts of me and something I deserve to embrace. I am alive and well and that fear was lived through.
Today, I am taking a valuable lesson with me. Value my own opinion of myself, and let opionions of others go. They probably just said something one day, not meant to be taken with me. I however owe it to them for my success and part of my story. I love who I am, and never should have to let the past ruin my present. Everyone has opinions and life's to short to let anyone define me, my life was given to me to define myself. None of us are making it out alive and we deserve all the happiness in the world. Fears are meant to be conquered and dreams are meant to be chased.
So, tomorrow I dare you to go out and challenge yourself in a way you never thought you could. You're worth it. Turn your struggles into your success story. Shine your shine. And keep falling in love with yourself. You're a rare diamond. One of a kind. Be Bold. Be True. Be Beautiful YOU.
♡
Well, shoot. Life is a pretty broad subject, and I must say there's millions of bases to cover but today I am going to start with FEAR.
Fear is something that lives within us all, whether we would like to admit that or not. It's a constant thing that lingers on our minds and is sparked when we see, hear, or are asked to do that we fear. I am certain just after reading this you instantly thought of your fears. I have a few that come to mind instantly; horses, walking by myself at night, having my "monthly visitor" make a suprise run though my jeans, and forgetting my eyebrows at home. Of course I have bigger fears but those are deep and let's be real they can stay in place only my fears know and hope they never come true. There's one however I would like to discuss. I fear leaving my house with no makeup. I know some of you may think that that is "stupid," or "question my self love," but there's a reason behind it. I was made fun of for my skin at a young age and from that moment on I decided to make it my choice to change the way people viewed me. I didn't deserve those harsh words, and neither does anyone else. Sadly, for awhile it resulted in many years of caked on bronzer and iridescent eyeshadow in my younger years. But, also those comments led me to my career in the beauty industry. I vowed to make the world feel beautiful inside and out. I promised myself to always extend a helping hand to those who felt shorted or under educated in skincare, makeup, and self confidence. I never wanted anyone to feel less than they deserved and still don't. I want to listen to everyone's stories and tell them they aren't alone and remind them how beautiful they are. You know what? Everyone deserves that. I feel it is important that I turned my struggles into success, but would be lying if I said peeling back the layers of makeup publically as an adult is easy. It isn't. I have been wearing a full face of makeup since I was 12 years old. I am officially at the age now to where I have actually been wearing it longer than not. Makeup is part of who I am. I no math guru but I would say.. it's about 80% involved in all I do. I can list the names of everyone that has seen me without. No, not a good memory.. it's a short list. I feel you're catching my drift.
Anyway, over the years I developed a fear of being seen in the state I was once judged for. You know the age where acne defines you, mine just lasted for seven years. I also have encountered many instances where being a beauty professional has required me to be bare, some of which I refused which is really not like me in any other part of my life. There's been instances my makeup has been "stolen" so I would come around without so on and so forth. After esthetics school I never thought I'd encounter another instance I would have to be bare, but today I had to.
As you know I work for a cosmetic retailer and today I was told to come in makeup free our hands on training. Anxiety attack doesn't describe my morning, but I put on my big girl pants.. no actually my Walgreens leggings (they are the best) and my work "costume" and went out bare. I didn't refuse. I didn't quit my job before I had to attend. I went and delt. Yes, I shocked a few people because my transformation is a total difference which compliments my artistry skills. Was is hard? Yes.Was I absolutely uncomfertable? Yes Was I alone? No. Did I have anxiety and want to hide behind my hair? Yes. Once again, you catch my drift.
But I DID it, I faced a fear I have held onto for 12 years. A silly one I know especially because I know the truth about me. I know that I didn't choose my skin, my blonde eyebrows, nose, but those are parts of me and something I deserve to embrace. I am alive and well and that fear was lived through.
Today, I am taking a valuable lesson with me. Value my own opinion of myself, and let opionions of others go. They probably just said something one day, not meant to be taken with me. I however owe it to them for my success and part of my story. I love who I am, and never should have to let the past ruin my present. Everyone has opinions and life's to short to let anyone define me, my life was given to me to define myself. None of us are making it out alive and we deserve all the happiness in the world. Fears are meant to be conquered and dreams are meant to be chased.
So, tomorrow I dare you to go out and challenge yourself in a way you never thought you could. You're worth it. Turn your struggles into your success story. Shine your shine. And keep falling in love with yourself. You're a rare diamond. One of a kind. Be Bold. Be True. Be Beautiful YOU.
♡