A little over a year ago, I taught myself how to do makeup—something I never considered until one quiet evening on December 28, 2022, when something unexpected happened. A divine voice entered my living room, where I was sitting alone, and summoned me to become a makeup artist and to pursue it seriously. The voice told me to trust this path, assuring me that everything would make sense in the end. I found myself bowing my head in agreement, as if obeying a higher order.
From that night, I practiced every day until December 6, 2023, when an accident at work made me realize I’d been burnt out for a long time. I spent months in recovery, from December to May 2024, mostly horizontal and in isolation, unable to practice makeup.
Since returning to work this spring, I’ve picked up right where I left off. If you don’t already know, I absolutely love doing makeup—it brings me so much joy and is my way of showing love. It’s also one of the few times you’ll get one-on-one time with me :)
As I slipped into an old pair of pajama pants, I couldn’t help but wonder: who did these belong to before me? Are we all just wearing the threads of someone else’s stories, woven together by fate and fashion?
