My mother taught me to represent myself well at all times. Hair? Done. Face? Beat. Clothes? Ironed. Shoulders? Back. Beauty tips came with the package of growing into my womanhood.
And as a girly girl, I loved it. Even the annoying parts.
If she saw me slouching, she’d just look over at me and I’d just know to stand upright. We laugh about it all the time because she still does it ’til this day!
When we need new foundation, we hit up Sephora together. If I’m pondering a new hairstyle, I scrounge the internet to find her the perfect photo. We send each other texts asking each other for advice on great deals we’ll find at the mall. (I’m a graduating senior from college and I text my mother multiple times in the day! And don’t get me started on our phone calls.)
While my mom taught me all the girl and surface-y stuff, the real foundation of our relationship are the heart things. She has always been reminding me of my beauty and worth every single day, showed me how to carry myself with respect and dignity, brings up my past accomplishments and then goes even further to encourage me about the promise of my future.