The morning begins with a mirror. You look at yourself and think:
"Well... we'll work with what we have." 😂
Your eyes want to sleep, your hair wants to live its own life, and your face wants to look like the night was longer than planned.
Beauty requires sacrifice. For example, getting up earlier. Or enduring masks on your face that make you look like a character in a horror movie, but you believe in the results. Because beauty is hope 🙏
Clothes are a different story. The closet is full of clothes, but there's nothing to wear. It's beautiful, but uncomfortable. It's comfortable, but "in this I look like Aunt Lyuda from the fifth floor." So you end up wearing the same thing, but with a sense of style 😎
Heels? Yeah, they're beautiful. But an hour later, you're already philosophically pondering the meaning of life and dreaming of sneakers. But your walk is like that of a goddess... slightly wounded 🤣
And you also have to maintain good posture, smile, not squint, not frown, and generally not accidentally age. And all this at the same time! This isn't a joke, it's a profession.
But the funniest thing is the result. When you walk out looking so beautiful, and they say to you:
"Oh, you look so ordinary today!"
Ordinary?! Seriously?! 😭
And yet... we try. Because being beautiful is difficult, funny, sometimes tiring, but damn nice. And if things get tough, we laugh, put on lipstick, and move on 💄✨
Beauty is like that. A little tired, but very impressive 😉