Sometime around when the hormones come rushing in and the training bras are first purchased, there’s a newfound love and devotion to one’s appearance. I know it was around the beginning of middle school for me, and somewhere around eleven and a half years old I suddenly found myself reading Teen magazine, studying the images of who and what was beautiful, and figuring out what it all meant to me. I remember running to one of my older cousins with a ripped out page of some then-starlet and quickly saying “this is exactly how I want you to make my makeup look! And my face. All of me.
Hi, Smart Beauty Guide readers!
I’m really excited to be part of the team here, partially because smart beauty has become an increasingly important part of my life over the last few years.
I’m not gonna lie, I have had a laugh, cackle, guffaw and chortle cut short recently, because something in my brain reminded me that I was doing something far more significant than giddily enjoying myself and the moment - I was possibly setting my already apparent marionette lines and crow’s feet into a downward spiral of being etched even deeper into my once wrinkle-free face.