Beauty can, should be, and is whatever we say it is.
Before I understood much of makeup, I understood that my mother wore it in celebration.
A night on the town, a work party, her birthday.
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It was a quiet kind of sisterhood, those few moments spent together before the day began.
Ive held onto this notion for as long as I can remember: beauty is a celebration.
But somewhere in the midst of growth, that joy unwound itself into insecurity.
I began to think, am I enough?
Do I fit into the worlds idea of beauty?
This has been weighing so heavily on my heart.
When did that zest become trepidation?
Where did those doubts stem from?
Ill admit, I do not have all (if any) of the answers.
I do not know how to stop that sneaky voice of doubt from pouncing.
As of this moment, I am pledging to regain that lost excitement.
To look closer at all of my ideas about my own faults and flaws.
To name them all one by one: stunning, breath taking, beautiful.
I am pledging to take better care of myself mentally, physically, and emotionally.
I started incorporating theKate Somerville Intensive Exfoliating Treatmentinto my skincare routine twice a week.
This is my absolute favorite mascara, and has been for years.
Creating and honoring my own beauty means deeply understanding that I am worth all kinds of celebration.
There, beauty looks wild and uncharted.
Beauty looks intersectional, looks diverging and electric.
Beauty looks like a thousand and one different untold dreams and opportunities.
For styling my curly hair, I have been using theDevaCurl Frizz-Free Volumizing Foam Lightweight Body Booster.
It took me many years to be able to embrace the natural pattern of my hair.
Beauty can, should be, and is whatever we say it is.
I say: beauty is everywhere.
My beauty is biracial.
Is black AND white.
Is a makeup enthusiast.
Is a size ten, curly haired adventurer.
Is so dang celebrated.
