Recently it gave me a push to chase my dreams again…
I started as the family's makeup artist when I was 15, and the opportunity arose to do makeup for some clients, charging very cheaply, but at least it was the beginning of a mere teenager's dream. I used the makeup I got from my mother's rich bosses and I even did makeup for brides, but at the time I had no idea that I had to invest a lot in it and little by little my dream went into hiding. I tried really hard to start being a blogger at that time and I'm sad to think that I gave up for so little.
My mother supported me a lot, she was always a woman who inspired me. She unfortunately was a victim of feminicide when I was 18 and my depression got worse, I have anxiety attacks every day and I'm still trying to recover from that. After 6 years, the hope that now is the time to make things work has resurfaced within me. My heart fills with excitement when I'm recording a makeup look or when I do someone else's makeup. It seems silly but I feel like I'm going to make this work and get to where I always planned. Honestly ❤️
