Whenever I would get dressed up, do my hair and makeup and put on a cute little outfit I would always ask the person next to me, “So, how do I look?”
Sometimes I knew I looked good and needed to hear it. Sometimes I felt like shit and wanted to feel important.
Either way, I always asked the question “How do I look?”
It’s hard to explain the way I feel now. Not pretty, but prettier.
It’s always lovely to hear someone say you look nice – but now I don’t need it.
My makeup takes 15 minutes at the absolute maximum: and that’s when I’m going for the full fancy look.
Face oil, bronzer, lip oil.
If I’m feeling fancy; Mascara, brows, highlight.
Both routines aren’t trying to hide my face, they’re bringing it out to shine brighter.
I’ve realised beauty is more than makeup.
Even when I’m not totally happy with my appearance, I know it isn’t my fault anymore. Bad hair day? Pimples? It happens to everyone.
There seems to be a whole less hate for myself. I mean it when I say I truly hated myself.
Fluff and the Fluff Bunnies have taught me so much about the person I am and the person I want to be.
I don’t want to be obsessed with the wrong kind of things. I don’t want to cry when I look in the mirror.
I want to play with my mice. I want to message people on Instagram and tell them they’re cute. I want to leave the house feeling slick as fuck.
Fluff has taught me how to do that, and because of that I have changed for good.
Less is more.Return to issues