"I'm going bald. My eyes have never been symmetrical but my droopy eye seems to droop more now. My right side of my face is dry and wrinkly like tissue paper. My abdomen is blessed with a tiny constellation of shrink marks and crepe-y skin. My boobs are striped and saggy. I have tiny milk bumps all over my arms and chest from falling asleep in puddles of my own leaking milk... the same bumps that dot my milk drunk baby's tender skin. I can put on some clothes and a hat and they'll say I look "so good for just having a baby", as though the expectation is to look like trash. As though all the changes--big, small, imperceptible, or significant--are somehow a penalty against the goodness of a woman and not the visceral overflow of power, beauty, and wonder, impossible to be contained by so thin a casing as skin and flesh. So we must crease. We must dimple. We must stretch. We must shed. We must be beautiful in a way we've never been before because we exist in a way we've never been before and I'm sorry if any of us were fairly mistaken and didn't realize this type of transformation, however it presents itself, is exactly the type of good we look for having just had a baby. Look at my awkward, ambiguous, shape-shifting, quirky self. How lovely."
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