I have always loved makeup. I used to have an obsession with it when I was younger, taking several trips to the mall every month just so I could wander around Sephora, MAC, and any other cosmetic store I came across. I would aimlessly walk around, swatching every foundation, lipstick, or eyeshadow that caught my attention. However, I quickly realized how expensive it is to use these brands consistently, especially when doing a casual, everyday look.
I don’t remember our first interaction, but I do know we didn’t cross paths immediately, despite the small environment we belonged to. I remember thinking you had the build of a runner, tall and slender. Your eyes were darker than mine, and your legs were so long, they’d stretch up past my waist if we were side by side. You were always lingering after hours, entertaining whoever else was still around. You had a great sense of humor.
I have always felt under supported. Not by my close family but by my friends. I see other people whose friends support everything that they do. They share their work, watch their YouTube videos, buy what they sell, do whatever they can to help support their friends. Yet every time I ask for support it seems like I am asking someone to move mountains.
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2018—I literally started my year with a 48 hour stomach bug. Looking back on the year I had, I find symbolism in my 48 hours of vomiting (not to be crude, just telling it how it is). My year was an emotional hell, with what seemed to be one problem after another, losing people from my life I did not imagine ever losing and even losing a part of myself I had become so comfortable with. Much like throwing up does for your body, 2018 violently projected all toxic and bad things out of my life.