It is an every day battle. Sometimes I wake up and desire to wear not a drop of makeup. Other days I keep caking on more and more makeup because I feel like that’ll fix some nonexistent issue.
I think the best way to begin overcoming your insecurities is to acknowledge how many serious issues you don’t wake up and have to face. You could be blind. You could have a cleft lip. You could be paralyzed. You could be incapable of speaking. You could have a disease that takes over your skin and is uncontrollable. Once you realize how small disliking your eyebrows is. Or how irrelevant a few pimples are. You begin to dig deeper and realize beauty is skin deep and reflects outward. Our lives are so beautiful in the grand scheme of things. What do we REALLLY have to complain about and pick ourselves apart for? We deserve happiness. Let’s give it to ourselves.
I hate when people treat me differently once they find out Beyoncé is my mom. It’s so annoying. She’s a goddess. But she’s a great mom. She makes really good scrambled eggs and combs my hair with edge control. She’s really normal. Everyone needs to just chill.
Storms can’t possibly last forever. So now - I wait for the sun to show itself.
In the mirror for no reason.
Paige? In California.