(For the Cast of Sephora)
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There are mornings when I wake up and wonder
Who stole my beautiful?
Was it the same gremlins that steal half my socks out of the dryer?
Are they small and invisible?
These stealthy life ruiners
And where do they go in the daytime?
I stare into my mirror and pray to the beauty gods for something better
And when no magic happens
It’s to the car, to the mall, to Sephora I go
For lipstick and blush and foundation and more
I blend and smooth and brush and set
And THEN the face I remember emerges
See, my own skin betrays me sometimes
My swimsuit mysteriously becomes too tight
My cocktail jewelry turns envious on hot days but
I can always beat this face and walk boldly into the world
I can become any face in a magazine
And that is power
So, call me Clark Kent or superman cuz I’m both some days
I played in make-up before I was even allowed to
Learned to make my eyes pop by testing shades from the local drugstore
I saved my money to buy chapstick that made my lips glisten
But everyone doesn’t know that magic fairy dust comes standard with every brush purchase
And so it is for her that I say:
You are the gatekeepers of beauty
On your feet for hours and hours
It is you who knows the secrets YouTube tutorials say nothing about
You got the product of the week on lock because you tested it out weeks ago
And these, these are the things she needs to know
She will stumble in the doors
Shrink in the bright lights
She knows nothing but that she needs you
And a simple smile goes a long way
Hand her the keys to the boy she longs to kiss
Blend those blemishes so she can focus on her tests not her acne
Give him the scent to brings her to her knees
Bag the shade that makes her remember her youth
Remind her that aging is glorious
That wrinkles are characteristic of age, not to define how she lives
Your job my feel trivial some day
Your job, trivial some say
But that woman who walks in brave enough to ask for help
Is counting on you being there on purpose
Is counting on you recognizing your authority
She’s hoping you have an answer to the questions she may choke to ask
Her throat may swallow the words
But listen closely and you will hear
“I want to feel beautiful”
So sink into the bigger opportunity
Your "hello" could be the first step to self-love
To the first time someone considers believing they are beautiful
And wouldn’t you want to have your hand in that?
Wouldn’t you want to be the person who noticed those gorgeous brown eyes?
Those cheek bones
Those daffodil lips
Don’t you want to be a part of someone seeing who they actually are for the first time?
Because THAT is what you were hired for
To be fairy god people to every soul who walks in those doors
And some days, life will kick your ass
Some customers will be more comfortable thinking they are ugly, when you only see beautiful in them
You might wake up feeling like your dreams are too distant to chase
Your makeup might refuse to set and you could hit every single red light
But out the window, you might intercept a woman with an “I love myself” smile
And THAT is contagious
So take a deep breath and get sick with it
Then allow your smile to infect everyone around you
Cuz you never know if tomorrow is the day someone could wake up wondering
How did I go so long not feeling THIS beautiful?