Kissing the Snake: Unearthing Beauty #21
I return to the Kiss the Snake series, after a little bit of a hiatus. Rather than beauty, I have been sailing the waters of the unknown lately. And beauty can be lying deeply at the bottom of the ocean sometimes. But today, I was inspired by my lipstick. Yes, my lipstick. After I took a shower, I blew dry my hair and round brushed it. If I am honest, I was trying to make it look like the woman in the movie I saw last night. And then, I began to put on some make-up. I have a strange relationship with cosmetics. They either bring out the fun, or the insecurity, in me. Slapping some red lipstick across my lips, brushing some bronze blush on my cheekbones, can bring out the sass in life. Other times, it can be a mask for feeling awkward. Today, I felt a little low, my complexion is not spot on, and I wanted to cover it up. I wasn't spot on, and I wanted to cover me up. It is the very ordinary that awakens the sleeping parts of myself. Again, it is not the cosmetics, or the coffee, or the McDonalds, that is inherently bad. It is my relationship to the world around me. I either enjoy it for what it is, or use it to fill me up. It's that simple. And even a stick of lip gloss can teach me a thing or two about the darker parts of who I am.
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