Growing up watching my mother get dressed to go out changed who I was as a person. At one point I believed who you were presented as was who you were, that we were all made different and required no effort to look so effortlessly elegant. Now, realizing the hours it takes for one to feel ready to conquer the world I have a deeper appreciation for each and every one that puts in the effort to do so, but most importantly.. our mothers.
The beauty a woman possesses when getting ready remains unmatched. The world is at her feet, and her destiny is in her hands. What some consider the beat of a brush is a wand of wonder for the woman ready and willing to look her best. The type of women I grew up around; the type of women willing to conquer the world in the day and celebrate in the night.
An ode to women and mothers everywhere.