Let's talk about being Naked in Urban Decay....

That sounded quite philosophical in it's own right didn't it?  The decay of the nation... our horrible society... blah blah blah.  But what I am really writing about - is me.  My face.  Who I am.  A lot of you guys have known me for years.  Some of you - recently.  Some of you - have never met me.  But let me give you a little background.

Fifteen years ago - I was a completely different person.  I didn't wear makeup.  I didn't have a "hair style" per se.  I was overweight.  And frankly,  I felt like I didn't deserve any better.  Now - that being said, I wasn't some depressed, emo, sad sack type of person.  I was kinda factual.  I had become overweight - so there was no point in buying flattering clothes - because I thought I would never look good in them anyway.  I didn't wear makeup - same reason.  Hair - same reason.  I was just super duper plain.

Fast forward a few years - I met a girl who become my best friend ever.  She kinda had an intervention with me.  She told me to get my own sweats - and quit wearing my husbands.  She took me out and got me first "cutesy" sweatsuit.  And I say sweatsuit, because there was no way I would wear anything but that.  And guess what?  I had a shape - some might call "hourglass".  It might have been a yearly hourglass - but hourglass, nonetheless.

Fast forward again.  I lost the weight.  Started getting into clothes.  Was much more confident.  I began working out.  I was more active.  I had great people in my life.  I was happy.  And then... we all know what happened.  I went to bed blissfully happy.  I woke up in a nightmare that I thought would never end.

There was a lot of self reflection that happened over that next year.  First,  I really embraced the aspect of "you only live once."  I don't mean that in a reckless way - I mean it in a - seize the day, type of way.   I always loved edgy clothes, hair, makeup, all of it.  Whether I looked like it or not - I always got Cosmo - was intrigued by fashion shows... I loved it - but was embarrassed to love it because I felt like people would think... "Ummmm.... really?  She doesn't look like it... "  And, in turn - I would be made fun of.

Guess what?  Make fun of me.   Don't like my clothes?  I do.  Don't like my makeup?  I do.  Don't like my accent?  I do.  Don't like my tattoos? I do.  Don't like my Jeep? Then we can't talk.  I kid.  But, you get what I'm saying.

I feel like through my outward appearance:
1.  I am showing my resilience... because I have a lot of it.  I am a fighter.  I believe life can never defeat me - unless I allow it.  No outcome of any situation will control me.  I am tough.
2.  I am happy.  Not to sound like Pharrell... But I really am.  I mean, my life is far from perfect.  But I am really, and truly deep down happy.

I want my outside to match the insides...And I do that through makeup and clothes.  It's my thing.  I don't see any problems with my face without it.  I just like it.  It's like creating a painting - on yourself. :-)

So -- here's a video of the whole process.... Sped up.  If you have any questions... Let me know.   Hope you enjoy - And get a little more of who I am !