I often get asked “So did you always want to be a beautician?”, to which I always answer “No actually.” Then comes a slew of “Well why this then?” “Is this temporary?” “Could you not get a grown up job?” (to that one, seriously?), and a whole bunch of others both appropriate and not. The reality is I didn’t know for sure what I wanted to do. Like many kids and teens I had so many ideas of what I wanted to be, and I’m thankful that I chose a path that allows me to build relationships and connections yet be creative. When I was about 10 I was given a case of makeup, and that’s one of the first “big” moments I remember. Looking back so many things in my life have (thankfully) led me here. Here’s a little trip down memory lane…
I’ll never forget the first time I felt my hair silky straight. I have that really weird hair texture that is between a wave and a curl, I call it a mess, and I never knew what product was. So it was pretty much always fluffy and frizzy, minus this one spot right by my face that will only lay stick straight. Still. My mom used to take me to get perms to help manage my hair…still that spot would lay straight. Clearly it hates me. Anyway about 12 years ago I was in Massachusetts visiting my aunt and uncle, and somehow it ended up that my aunt straightened my hair. First she had me put in this magical smoothing product (and oh how I wish I could remember what that was!) and after it was dried she set to work. I was amazed at how smooth and soft my hair felt and how long it was! I didn’t wash my hair for 4 days just because I never wanted that feeling to go away. (yes, it was a greasy mess by the end of that since I wouldn’t stop touching it) After I got home I can’t remember if I scrounged up the $20 to get a huge 2in flat iron or if I talked my mom into buying it for me. Either way this was a need.
I can’t remember if it was the same trip or not, but I remember one of them I was complaining to the same aunt about my skin. I seriously had horrible skin all through my preteen and teen years and still fight it, but I have finally found ways to manage it. I remember her telling me that I should try this stuff called BareMinerals. I was hooked.
Really, if we wanted to pass blame we could say this is mainly my aunt’s fault that I do what I do now. It’s okay, I forgive her. 😉 (i’m kidding. i do believe i still would be here now, she just help open my eyes to the magic that is good product sooner than i would have found it. haha)
Ask my mom, by the time I was 15 I had taken over the “kids bathroom” and it was crammed full of every hair product and bit of drugstore makeup you can imagine. With some BareMinerals thrown in that I prized of course. I did my sisters hair and makeup every chance I got. I’ll never forget one night my parents were going on a date and my mom asked me to do her eye makeup for her. I felt so honored. That was a huge moment for me. I still look back on it and smile every time I think of that.
At 16, my mom got me a good flat iron for my birthday. It was a t3 and that thing lasted me for years. I didn’t have to buy a new one until just a couple years ago. I figured out how to curl my hair with this, and I was on my way.
This is part one of many of a little series that will pop up periodically. I’ll go more into the teen beauty years, school, and life. Sometimes reflecting back on these times is a great time of grounding for me. It reminds me why I do these things and how amazing our God is to orchestrate our lives the way He does. Until next time…