Why are you weeping? Your tears of inadequacies are warranted as the world tells you your skin is too dark, your nose is too wide, your lips are too big and your hair is unruly. You cry for the lack of seeing those who look like you in ads, magazines, movies and television. Your tears are valid and necessary but I am here to tell you, you won’t be crying long.Continue reading “Dear Brown Girl…”
Over the years this has turned into just another day for me as I don’t have a boo/bae to be my Valentine. In recent years I’ve celebrated the day of love with my girls by making it Galentine’s Day. Whether it’s a dinner, movies, a party or a game night, just celebrating and appreciating one another. This Valentine’s Day my plans have changed several times lol, but I will be at New York Fashion Week and in the evening spending time with bae aka work. As most of my work is done in bed anyways, that’s where I’m creating this post now, I’m going to be a bit more festive this year with a matching set from Gelato Pique. Continue reading “Happy Valentine’s Day”
I recently posted this picture on Instagram about dealing with insecurities and silencing the voices that give life to them. These are often what the negative voices in my head sound like:
“Your forehead is TOO BIG”
“Your nose is TOO BIG”
“One eye opens wider than the other, THAT’S NOT CUTE.”
“The dark circles under your eyes NEED to be covered up”
“You’re not PRETTY ENOUGH, let alone beautiful.”
Unfortunately, these are only things on my face. I don’t think this post is long enough for me to go through everything head to toe. Though these voices come way more often than I’d like them to, there are also times I think “I’m gorgeous!” This statement rarely ever comes, but is often not followed by one of the above insecurity statements. Lately, I’ve only felt “gorgeous” or “pretty” with make-up on. I had a period of breakouts, followed by hyperpigmentation that I “had” to cover up. My face was no longer the face I felt comfortable with last summer when I stopped wearing foundation. It was one now that created extra insecurities based on something I was desperately trying to control and reverse, that I couldn’t. Last night was the first time in the last 2 months that I went somewhere besides the bodega or laundromat without a full face of makeup on. I actually felt beautiful with just brows and mascara, not even a bit of highlight.
It’s 5 am in Grinnell and I’m late like I’m supposed to be there NOW late. I’m finished getting dressed and the dilemma hits, “Do I spend the extra 15 mins to try and put make-up on my face?” The decision was no. At that point I had to decide whether for the next month if sleep or a “flawless” face was more important. For some this is an easy decision, for some leaving the house without make-up on isn’t a big deal. But that first day it really hit me, I don’t feel beautiful without my make-up on. Sure I can run to the bodega or the laundromat without make-up, but a full 12 hour day? So I took my month in Iowa to break my dependency on foundation and concealer.