I work with all women, and I work in a salon. . . full of mirrors. Ye gads, that could be a recipe for disaster, a bunch of women, competing with each other plus seeing every imagined flaw staring back at you for eight+ hours a day. Sounds like it could put your ego to the test, huh?
Lucky for me I work with some of the most beautiful (inside and out) women I could ever hope to work with. These girls are real, I have worked in a lot of salons, and I have to tell you we have an amazing, enlightened group of women and I love them all. No competition here, everyone is so supportive of each other. I hope they all realize how rare it is and are as thankful as I am to be a part of such an amazing group.
There are days when I don’t feel so great about myself. It happens less and less, but it still happens. Growing older, body changes, sometimes it’s hard to love yourself. Hell, I had a hard time loving myself when I was 25 and everything was still where it was supposed to be. It’s sad to think about that.
I have decided that I don’t want to be hard on myself, looking at so -called flaws that are so not who I am. I want to look at who I really am, a great mom, a great friend, a great stylist, a great person, but even those thing are just a small part of who I am.
We all need to remember, we are not our bodies, we are not what we do for a living, how much money we have, where we live or who we’re married to. I am starting to feel like who I really am, the real me, is finally starting to emerge and I’m looking forward to all the wonderful things life has in store for me. xo-K
My two cents: Learn to look in the mirror and see your soul. There is so much more to you than meets the eye.
I went to the coast the other day and visited a couple of glass blowing studios. It was amazing! In order to make beautiful, fragile, transparent bowls, vases, lamps, an artist takes a blob of silica, and shoves it into a two thousand degree furnace, and fires it up, red hot. And then after working with it a while, shaping it with tools, reinserting the transforming glass back into the blazing, white hot furnace, he pulls it out of the fire and lets it cool. In the end, all that heat and stress and creative energy results in an exquisitely strong, yet breathtakingly fragile work of art.
I think we are all like that. We’ve been talking lately about our stories, and this made me wonder: what if our stories, the “things that happen” are the fire that shapes our soul into precious works of art that we can’t even see? Wow!
Every day, we have the chance to look at ourselves and see those extra pounds, the breasts that maybe aren’t as perfect as they were when we were 2o, a few lines that weren’t there yesterday, swear! These are the fires of our shaping.
One of the things I will be forever grateful to K for is encouraging me to study esthetics. That education not only taught me the basics of great skin care, it taught me to understand beauty, real beauty. Sometimes beauty is perfection. Sometimes, beauty is a collection of flaws so unique, they create something completely original and fabulous.
Those who work in the beauty business know a little secret that seems to elude about 99.999% of the rest of us: we are all beautiful in our own way. Hey! There is a reason we women love our salon time. It’s because we get to spend time surrounded by goddess energy! You have to try really hard to walk away from your monthly salon treatment feeling bad about yourself. It’s not that it can’t be done, mind you, but you have to swim upstream against the mighty waters of innate goddess beauty perfection to get there.
We are all works of art in our own way and how we get there is 100 percent a gift from the universe and my mama always taught me that when someone gives you a gift, all you have to say is: thank you. Love, C
My two cents: Just for today, I will love and appreciate the fires that have formed me.