It’s funny, how when women are ugly they are mocked for it, but when women perfect the art of makeup, skin, nails and beauty they are mocked for that too. It’s almost like if you’re a woman you’re mocked no matter what you do. Me? I sell makeup. I sell confidence. I sell gorgeous door to door.
They say Michelangelo painted the Sistine Chapel with paintbrushes no bigger than his finger, but could he paint a masterpiece on his face, at seven in the morning, with his daughter pulling on his skirt, and his husband hollering about how breakfast is late, and only 20 minutes to get everyone off to school? It’s funny, how when men create beauty it’s a masterpiece and when a woman creates beauty it’s just what she’s supposed to be
Me? I sell new beginnings. I sell a blank canvas, and your own brushes, and your own paint. I sell the chance to be your own greatest creation.
"I had a bacterial infection when I was two that turned into gangrene. People don’t believe all the things I can do. Like write. I have some of the best handwriting in my class." She put her arms together to show me how she would hold a pencil or pen.
"Are you in school?"
"Well I just finished medical school to become a medical assistant." Just then she got a phone call, swiped open the touch screen and effortlessly held the phone up to her ear. I waited patiently as she tried to work out some logistics with a family member. "That was my grandma. She’s on her way to pick me up and take me to my dance studio."
"Yeah, you should come to my performance."
I told her I would absolutely love to.
You fucking go girl.
She’s a truly gorgeous dancer.
How many of us are without physical impediments but can’t dance worth a poop? Or have any of the other accomplishments as this young lady?