Lately I’ve fallen in love with primping. Eye patches. Red light. Doing my hair. Taking the time instead of rushing past myself.
I’m not trying to change my natural beauty at all. I’m not fixing anything. I’m just taking the attention to honoring myself.
Putting time into myself has quietly, steadily grown my confidence. Not in a performative way but In a grounded, I can feel myself in my body way. I feel my beauty more.
It feels less like “getting ready” and more like an investment. Like saying: thank you, body. Thank you, face. Thank you, life. You’re worth care and attention.
My beauty has increased because my relationship to myself has. The Dream Girl is Beautiful and knows it too ☺️