It's not just a cute tagline.
I was eleven when I first visited Europe. It was my first time being out of the country, besides Mexico, and our first stop was London. I don't remember much about our time there, but I remember one specific moment, and I'll forever hold it close to my heart.
It was raining outside, and our small hotel room had an antique feel that was beyond charming. As we shuffled our bags inside, I immediately chose the bed I wanted, which was close to a small window, and scooted my little body under the covers. I remember how nice the bed was made with the sheets tucked in so tightly, and I didn't want to cause even the slightest wrinkle as I slipped underneath. I carefully reached over to the small window, as to not disturb the crisp bedding, opened it, and watched the raindrops bounce off the sill. A feeling of complete and pure joy washed over me. I looked at my mom, who was unpacking her clothes and folding them neatly into the drawers. Our eyes met.
"I feel pretty," I said, then giggled.
"You feel pretty?!" she laughed, then came to sit with me to watch the rain.
I should note that I was a pretty insecure young woman, which I won't get into the details of in this post. But those negative feelings didn't follow me into this particular moment. This moment was mine, and everything in my little eleven-year-old world felt perfect. It was a spectacular sense of freedom. I don't even know if "pretty" was the right word to describe the warmth I felt, but it was the first word that tripped and fell out of my mouth (as most words do for me). Regardless, it stuck, and its definition evolved to describe feelings of simultaneous contentment and excitement, confidence, and peace for me.
Life has gifted me several defining moments like this – some more simplistic in nature than others. I'm grateful for all of them.
My goal as a makeup artist, as a writer, and as a friend: to help you find those "I feel pretty" moments – whether I'm doing your makeup or just having a conversation with you. After all, when you feel pretty, I feel pretty. Call it my mission statement; I call it my "why."
So, now it's your turn. What was a moment that left you with "the pretties"? Comment below, I'd love to hear your story.