Talking walls of the coffee house:

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Three years on I found myself sitting in the same chair at the same table that had the same engraved mug prints and coffee stains. Had time really gone so quick?

    The worrying thing was I felt the same as I did three years ago; I had become better in my craft as a makeup artist but still none the wiser about neither love nor money.

    My time in the city had taken me so far, but then again not so far. I gazed over at the rest of the surrounding coffee house alcoholics, was this really a place of thought as there still tended to be the same old people that were in here three years ago! I love it here it’s a place where writers come, people that come to get away from a place called hell also known as home life, people that have casual job interviews hoping to make a change in life, oh and lets not forget about the makeup artist that has to much to think about and orders the same large cappuccino with chocolate dusted on top that normally just sticks to the side of the mug.

    The atmosphere was friendly yet a little coupled up. The grinders were setting a high pitched background noise and the till draw slammed shut.

    As I sat and searched my mind for some reassurance from my once again stressful week, I found nothing but anxiety for what the future would hold for me in this city.

    I was preparing myself for the last four weeks with the rocks (also know as the friends) as they would be departing at the end of June. They were my subjects for my columns, my laughs that kept me smiling and the rocks when times were tough. I couldn’t imagine how things would be without them.

    I thought about the stories and emotions that the coffee house could tell. This place had seen people through nerve racking dates and advice on divorces. It was the place where change would be spoken about. Maybe I was destined to talk about what I needed to change in this place?

    Once home I threw myself on the double bed nearly knocking myself out on the bedside cabinet where a pile of half read chick flicks laid next to the dust ridden alarm clock. It was no place special but it was home, it overlooked a troublesome city that would normally wake me up in the middle of the night! I laid there with ongoing thoughts catching a glimpse of myself in my new full length mirror which sported itself at the bottom of my bed and I realised, I had come a long way! I had learnt to accept myself for what I was and after writing thirty six thousand words of self reassurance, my gappy teeth, receding hairline and the clothes that I still wore from when I was sixteen, made me who I was.    

    I could finally look in the mirror and smile which was the massive hurdle that I had wanted to overcome when I had first ventured here.

    My whole column is about feeling good with who you are without resorting to cosmetic surgery unless you are truly miserable and have thoroughly thought it through!

    If you feel you’re not particularly blessed in the looks department like my good-self you need to step back and look at what really makes you individual and unique.

    I recently had somebody comment about the models that I use for my freelance photo shoots. They commented about how they didn’t look particularly ‘normal’ model material! I asked the person to wait and re-evaluate the opinion in a couple of weeks. After many nights out with the so called non models a sudden change in opinion changed to ‘she’s so great, I want her as a sister.’ It hit the nail on the head for everything I believe in and what my whole brand is about. Beauty to me portrays a personality, a story, a passion for something in life and of course a good laugh.

   Beauty is not about physical appearance. It’s easier said than done feeling good about who you are but always remember judgemental personalities can show insecurities.

    So however fat of thin, old or young, tanned or pale, rich or poor, we all came here in the same way and believe it or not were leaving the same way too!

    This week’s column is more about a message, a message from a makeup artist well known for a strong belief in individual beauty and the only thing that can be ugly is a personality.

    Be who you are and don’t change.

 

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