I've always associated make-up with glamour, beauty, self-image and my relationship with make-up has evolved over the years as my sense of self has also evolved. When I was younger and not allowed to wear it, make-up was a form of rebellion. I was Vanessa Huxtable, sneaking the make-up on during school hours and washing it off before my mother got home because I wanted to be like the other girls. I, too, was caught in the act.
When I was a young single mother, I didn't think I deserved to be glamorous, didn't think I was beautiful - plus WHEN did I have time to go out on the town. But now that I'm older and have learned to love every last curve of mine, make-up is an accessory I choose to put on. If I feel like glam’n it up, then I glam up what's already beautiful!