Facial Fragments & Confidence




For years I have struggled with confidence. I can date this all the way back to when I mustered enough courage to express my passion to my family. At that time, I wanted to be a model. Creator's weren't really a thing yet.  A foolish girls dream shut down by those closest to her. Telling me I was too skinny, too small, not tall enough and surely not pretty enough. My mom, as kind as she was, took me to an audition where we later found out it was a for-profit type of program. Dream squashed...


Fast forward to high school 

where most of my diet consisted of Junior mints purchased by what little money my parents had to give me for lunch. **Let me throw a disclaimer in here and say that this is by no means a stab at my Mom and Dad. My parents were both supportive but they were not present when rumors circled that I had an eating disorder.

In college, I did a lot of dance which helped me take my mind off The constant weight conversation. I even dabbled in a little bit of modeling. I thought doing these things made me, for lack of better words, pretty. And with all these things that were seemingly wrong with me, you would think that I would be a very gracious and humble girl. But I was judgmental and constantly comparing myself to others. That comparison was slowly killing me and swallowing up all the relationships I held dear.

Ironically, this is around the time I met my husband. What he saw was a supposedly confident girl but underneath she was broken and delicate. I was not fond of a lot of my personal attributes. I have small, almond-shaped eyes, skinny legs, no sign of breasts whatsoever. (Actually, let me butt in here and say that my small chest never really had a great impact on how I felt. They were what they were. Small but perky and nicely shaped... Until I nursed both my kids for 14 months.)

After I finally gave in and realized my boyfriend truly loved me, a long journey of mending began.


 It started as a kind word, an uplifting compliment and a promise to always care for me. Then, we welcomed Ace and later, Penelope. And in turn, I personally welcomed some new scars, marks and bulges. Clear Indications that I was a Mother and for once, my body did good.

I also spent a lot of that Mom-time, during naps, perfecting my makeup game. That was possibly the foundation to finding my self confidence. I suddenly realized that my lips were my absolute favorite, facial fragment. I stopped trying to bring out my almond shape eyes and instead, accentuated my lips.

I am in no way, shape or form stating that I am an expert on my make up. I still can’t match my brows for the life of me. They say your brows are like sisters but mine are more like two distant cousins, twice removed. I seldom wear shadow unless it’s sparkles, and I never wear foundation. But I can always count on a good lipstick.





I’ve been lucky enough to try several different brands but none compared to Kaplan M.D. not only do they make brilliant shades, they have SPF 30 in all hues. They also have a bunch of other add-ons like tri-peptide that helps stimulate collagen synthesis to plump your lips. And even though I feel like my lips don’t need extra plumping, bring on the Kylie pout!!

My absolute favorite thing about them, is that they’re made certified organic with 22 plant extracts that provide excellent skin nourishment + healing and soothing benefits. I mean it’s a do-it all lipstick. There’s really nothing more powerful than wearing good... unless it’s feeling good in what your wearing.

As far as confidence? I have my days. But you can be sure when I'm feeling confident, I've got a good lip color to match.  I'm wearing Kaplan's newest limited edition shades in malibu and sunset which you can shop by clicking here.  I did an ombre with the malibu (peachy coral shade) in the middle and the sunset (poppy red color) on the outer corners.


Stay tuned for a Kaplan giveaway soon to be on the blog and thank you for being a part of this whole journey.  Leave me a comment below and let me know if this article helped you.  I'd love to hear from readers like yourself.  


Kris 



Kristin Dawn Mejia
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