When I was a teenager and literally hit thirteen, I couldn’t wait to wear make-up. I wanted to appear older than what I actually was. For me, back then, (way, way, way back) I would only wear eye liner, black of course, and lipstick. My skin was flawless honey! I had my first child at seventeen and my second child fours later. Beautifying myself on a daily basis had not been on my must do list. My regimen was very basic. Ponytail, moisturizer for my face and Vaseline for my lips. BASIC. I would maybe, only maybe, wear lipstick if I went out with friends which wasn’t very often. Needless to say I gave very little regard to my appearance because I felt it wasn’t necessary and my husband didn’t seem to mind. Over time I began to grow curious of what I would look like with my face made up but soon reject the idea and talk myself out of it claiming it took too long to apply, or it would get on clothes or be too heavy for my face. So a few months back my curiosity resurrected and so this time my husband suggested allowing a professional do my face and see how I liked it. So we went. I loved it! It wasn’t too much or overwhelming. The make-up artist gave me a natural look with minimum products to use once I got home. Easy peasy. I shortly began to watch my favorite You Tube stars do tutorials and product reviews and would sit in front of a mirror and practice. I began purchasing products and tools adding more to my collection. I am now a fan and totally enjoy doing something for me again. I shared a forty second video on my You Tube channel. Check it out!
I was a little black girl with long, thick and course hair. My mother had no idea how to maintain my hair nor how to keep it healthy. Like most mothers in our community she resorted to the “Creamy Crack” which is to say that she chemically relaxed my hair with products designed to straighten the hair of little black girls with unmanageable tresses. I was nine years old when my mother relaxed my hair for the first time. The chemicals took to my hair like a charm because it’s witch craft you know. I digress. My hair was the smoothest it has ever been and the straightening agent elongated my hair and gave me a look of ( Do you have Indian in your family??) and extra attention from various people. I was pretty, as said by many. What was I before? Needless to say this hair regimen became routine and a way of life for me. It also began a road to damaging hair and scalp issues. If one iota of new hair growth peeped through, I knew it was time to set in motion acquiring my “hair fix”,...
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