Centennial Confessions

We're strolling, sun's doing its thing, and I'm trying to channel my inner nature goddess. One moment, I'm marveling at the verdant expanse, the next I'm contemplating the sheer audacity of a park being a veritable metropolis for all things creepy and crawly (which like I can’t complain cause that’s totally their home and I’d be the invader) Trotting alongside ducks and trying not to get mowed down by someone on a fucking unicycle (girl yes, a unicycle!), we managed to soak up some glorious Vitamin D. then set some sights on what I’m sure was some form of a snail graveyard. It was giving very much "life is fleeting, even for gastropods."

But let’s get real. All I could think about was how adulting is a whole new level of "hard." Having a fucking vagina? Hard. Being a girlfriend? Difficult. Finding balance? Also hard. And don't even get me started on starting a business…. But let’s focus - I’m spiraling. 

For too long, I've cherished your beautiful inquiries, your heartfelt pleas for guidance in the artistry of makeup, in the bold venture of personal enterprises. And for a sec, I admit, I hesitated. But fret not. It is time to surrender to divine guidance, to embrace the very essence of the craft I was placed on this earth to share.

My purpose, my exquisite raison d'être, is undeniably clear: to extend a helping hand, to nurture a sisterhood through beauty, foster authentic connections, and above all, to ignite that radiant spark of confidence in every single darling soul, including my own. 

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