Surprised my mom and came home for a short visit for Mother’s Day weekend. I really needed the break, and after a few short days, I am back with a renewed sense of self. I have a lot of unfinished business at school. From packing up my stuff, to painting my new house, to helping friends out.. So much to do! And I honestly can’t wait. :)
This weekend was a refresher for me. Friday night I spent two hours in hair and makeup getting ready for a fashion show. During my time in the hot seat, I chatted with the MUA about life and love and fashion. CandyBaby listened and shared a couple lessons in love, but that’s a post for another time. While backstage getting ready for the show, I was reminded of something. Models are, often times, not nice people. Oh sure, we’re glamourous and tall with piercing stares and fierce walks. But beneath all of that glitz and glamour, beneath the mask of makeup and the cans of hairspray and fake tanner, we’re just girls who want to be loved. I was talking with a friend today about self-esteem and how it seems to be an ever elusive quest to gain it. And my attention was brought back to models. I repeat, models are not nice people. But perhaps it is because we’re hiding something. Perhaps our insecurity turns into a high level of sass and diva-ness, and perhaps this is why I always thought models, myself included, were total b*tches. I admit, even when I’m in model-mode and getting hair and makeup done, when a man approaches me - I turn ice cold. This actually happened on Friday, but the guy pushed through. Turns out, he’s a top designer and wanted to feature me in his upcoming fashion show. My ice melted away.
But enough with that. On to the weekend! I watched a western with poppy, lunched with mom, gave a quick piano lesson, registered for summer classes, played with my puppies, baked for my neighbor, painted decorations for my new house, and wrote my future self a letter of wisdom.
I realized I need to have a little more self-respect. That even though I’m working on my self-esteem, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m an intelligent, independent, free-thinking woman, who doesn’t need to answer to or please anyone.
And it’s high time that I act like it.
This weekend was a refresher for me. Friday night I spent two hours in hair and makeup getting ready for a fashion show. During my time in the hot seat, I chatted with the MUA about life and love and fashion. CandyBaby listened and shared a couple lessons in love, but that’s a post for another time. While backstage getting ready for the show, I was reminded of something. Models are, often times, not nice people. Oh sure, we’re glamourous and tall with piercing stares and fierce walks. But beneath all of that glitz and glamour, beneath the mask of makeup and the cans of hairspray and fake tanner, we’re just girls who want to be loved. I was talking with a friend today about self-esteem and how it seems to be an ever elusive quest to gain it. And my attention was brought back to models. I repeat, models are not nice people. But perhaps it is because we’re hiding something. Perhaps our insecurity turns into a high level of sass and diva-ness, and perhaps this is why I always thought models, myself included, were total b*tches. I admit, even when I’m in model-mode and getting hair and makeup done, when a man approaches me - I turn ice cold. This actually happened on Friday, but the guy pushed through. Turns out, he’s a top designer and wanted to feature me in his upcoming fashion show. My ice melted away.
But enough with that. On to the weekend! I watched a western with poppy, lunched with mom, gave a quick piano lesson, registered for summer classes, played with my puppies, baked for my neighbor, painted decorations for my new house, and wrote my future self a letter of wisdom.
I realized I need to have a little more self-respect. That even though I’m working on my self-esteem, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m an intelligent, independent, free-thinking woman, who doesn’t need to answer to or please anyone.
And it’s high time that I act like it.
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