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Why I Cancel Appointments Without Guilt Now — (and What Sacred Skin Rest Looks Like When Lady Flo is Here)

  There was a time I’d push through everything—deadlines, classes, appointments—even when my body was begging me to slow down. But not anymore. Now, when Lady Flo arrives, I soften. I cancel. I unplug. I listen. I let my skin, my spirit, and my cycle breathe. This is what I call sacred rest . And it’s beautiful. There is strength in surrender, grace in slowing down. For centuries, women have been told to suppress their cycles—to hide their pain, power, and patterns. But I believe in reclaiming this rhythm. I believe that resting is revolutionary. I Cancel Because I Care (About Me) Sometimes, period days are hard for me, especially when I've been exhausted on the days leading to it. Before, I pushed myself when there are "important" things scheduled like classes. I felt guilty if I had to cancel. Back in school, I used to feel bad when I had to skip school because I was sick. I was a sickly child and had many days out of school. This guilt carried through adulthood. ...

Rediscovering Makeup, Rediscovering Me: How Lisa Eldridge (and a Plate of Wonky Burritos) Reawakened the Artist in Me

My Journey There was a time when makeup was more than just a cover-up. It was art. It was therapy. It was ritual. But somewhere between motherhood, chores, the rush of mornings, and the constant need to show up — even when running on empty — I forgot what it felt like to be beautiful on purpose. Until one day, a few weeks ago, when I came across a Lisa Eldridge video — one of her classic, soothing tutorials — where she gently applied makeup on a woman with rosacea. Hers was the flush-red kind, not like mine, which is papulopustular and often mistaken for acne. But it didn’t matter. What struck me was how she applied makeup. She wasn't just painting over redness. She was caring for the skin. She was honoring the face beneath the makeup. She was treating every brushstroke like a loving gesture. It felt like spa therapy, not makeup. It felt like self-love. I felt something tighten in my chest — like a small ache from remembering something sacred. And for the first time in a long time,...