The Beauty Industry and me.

For the first 17 years of my life, I was heavily influenced and extremely inspired by my mom’s position in the beauty industry. As a top preforming sales representative, and later a sales manager, for one of the most known professional salon distributors of New England it’s safe to say my dearest mother had a lot to offer. She was so good at her job. Through her experiences,ย I got to see behind the scenes of what it was like to be a hairdresser, to be a platform artist, and to have a voice in the beauty world. Not to mention how I adored the networking among other people of equal profession and talent. I was fascinated. Asย a little girl, I had braids and curlers set in my hair almost every other night because of my mom. I had bright silver sparkles on my eyelids and pink gloss on my lips for my dance recitals, which started at the age of two. I was destined to be a beauty queen, and everyone knew it.

In middle school, I already knew I wanted to attend hairdressing school and receive my license as a cosmetologist. I was lucky enough to be offered and accepted into the Cosmetology program at my high school, where I spent the next few years. High school was an experience in it’s own, and most definitely deserves it’s own blog post for another time, so we’ll talk about that after. However, I got most of my knowledge, experience and passion in my Cosmetology class. I made some of the best and worst friends of my life, I had the most inspiring and passionate teacher, and I learned more than I should have for my own good – (when a Leo knows a lot, they get cocky).

I started experiencing and playing around with my talents more and more. When I was a kid, my dad was always drawing, doodling and painting with me. He consistently tried to teach me how to draw and he was, and still is, damn good at it. I would get discouraged when my drawings didn’t come out as good as his. When I grew up, I realized that this was because any artistic ability I had was meant to be expressed through the art of makeup.

I, like many of you who may be reading this, was a religious fan of many famous beauty vloggers on youtube. I got lucky enough to attend IMATS NYC 2015, where I met Nicole Guerriero, Carli Bybel, Patrick Starr, Samantha Ravndahl and Manny MUA. That day is still one of the best days of my life, in my book.

I was a “freelance makeup artist” for my Junior and Senior years of high school. During this time, my boyfriend was away in the Army and I occupied myself with makeup. I was booked for proms, weddings, homecomings, any special occasions for friends and family. I charged a small fraction of what most makeup artists charge.

I was good. I knew it. I gave it up.

It’s hard when you take something you love, and you make it your work. Because you start to love it less and less, and then you hate it altogether. My advice: find a job you kinda like, and learn to love it, instead of the other way around.

That turned rather grim. I apologize.

It’s 2016 now, and I’ve been an employee at LUSH Cosmetics for over a year. I don’t know how I became accustomed to the LUSH Lifestyle so quickly, but it has been absolutely life changing. Read more about what it’s like to be a LUSHieย here. So I found a job that lets me talk about all things related to cosmetics, including skin care, hair care, shower and bath products, as well as growing myself personally and developing professionally within the company.

Beauty is in everything I do, everything I see and everything I know. It surrounds me in almost every waking moment. Beauty, to me, can go as far as makeup and lipstick and curling irons, all the way to nature and paintings and walks on the beach or downtown. So, as far as what I’ll make of a beauty career, if at all, who knows. But what I do know, ย I have seen some amazing things, met some spectacular people and experienced some priceless moments. I would not trade this journey for anything. Though I am still learning about myself and what I want to do with my life, I know the beauty industry will forever hold an unimaginably large place at the center of my being.