Glow by Lady E

  For years, I couldn’t wear makeup. Not because I didn’t want to—but because I physically couldn’t. I went from chronic idiopathic urticaria to painful, huge cystic acne, and now I’m managing rosacea, MCAS, and histamine sensitivity. All side effects of years of medication from a wrong diagnosis. My skin became a battleground. It flared at everything—stress, heat, products, even food. So I stopped. I stopped wearing makeup. I stopped showing up on camera. And, in many ways, I stopped showing up for myself. I showed up for my son, my family, for other people. But forgot about myself. Why I Stopped Caring About Beauty (And Why That Wasn't Me) I used to know every new release. I used to swatch lipsticks in-store like it was a sacred ritual. But when your face burns at the mere touch of a product, beauty becomes the enemy. At first my reason was I was a new mom and my son came first...in everything. So, I started alloting all my time, all my money, energy, resources to this tiny human...