FentyBeauty. Rihanna’s impressive makeup line hit the beauty world and things haven’t been the same since. Girl, Rihanna is not playing around. With her immersive range of 40 shades (not just catering to the average caucasian which the beauty industry uses regularly) Rihanna has stepped out to fit every shade, tone and depth. FentyBeauty is not only affordable but it is DIVERSE.
With two years in production, the line has been thoroughly researched and thought out. The longevity of the products for the price it has been given, is truly a head turner. From the million reviews of the products I have watched (mine are still in the process of being shipped to me) I can see that there is a reason for the hype. Not just due to the brand name but due to the inclusiveness of darker skin tones (also including women of faith i.e in a headscarf within her promotional video was a nod in my direction) Having this be a major leap within the beauty industry (a shame since we are in the big 2017) competitors are shaking and rethinking marketing strategies.
Since FentyBeauty has been released in store and online simultaneously (in 17 countries!) there has been a crazy rush and hype to try and buy. This being the case, Rihanna had already anticipated the success of her line and ensured full stock of her products. Meaning no crappy “Out of stock” messages appearing or “Not shipped to your country.” Having such a wide range of shades, 13 of FentyBeautys darkest shades have started to sell out. This is a kick in the face of every other Cosmetic company marketing only to the fairer complexion. Thirteen of the darkest shades! Truly a revolution has started with various makeup lines frantically trying to include darker women of colour because they have seen there is money and success, and they want in.
Rihanna. A visionary. An icon.
Let’s wait and see what her spring collection has instore. It is only the start of a remarkable line but oh boy i can’t wait for what crazy out of the ordinary concepts she has up her sleeve.
love can not drown the truth
-no matter how many times you try
I have not been let down as many times emotionally from a woman than i have a man. Women are the driving force for me to love and self love. From too many setbacks and unclear paths with a male companion, i decided a long time ago to give my heart and soul to me. To women like me. To women like you.
Yet the bit that frustrates me aside from the empowerment is the distrust in women. We fear each others power and sexual prowess in relation to a man. Sometimes it is not enough hearing it from her, that you need to hear it from him. The final word. The final say. It is the bitterness and rivalry we are conditioned to play out in various scenarios with other females. Yes, disliking a female on personal matters relating to you does not mean that you have dropped the baton of empowerment. It is still there. But the sizing up and deducing where the other womans loyalty lies is a tricky game. The ‘maybe she said that to play with me. Did she really mean it. He didn’t think so.’ That dialogue is one which we all women need to work on. The catfighting over each others ex and asking ‘Is she better than me?’
No honey. That is where we fall down the rabbit hole.
‘She is beautiful in her entirety, as I am in mine.’ Say it with me. Empower yourself and don’t fall suit to doubting the divine feminine energy which you posess.
Lots of love xo
yet it is true in the year of the big 2017, holding men accountable of their actions is as equivalent as teaching pythagoras thereom to an infant. When a woman makes a rape allegation, why do we avoid and jump over hoops for the perpetrator. (Yes, spare me the ‘some men are raped too segment for now) the onus is always on the woman. “why was she wearing such clothes which would give u illicit thoughts, who told her to drink and be social,(the same a man would do)? Who told her to make eye contact with any male figure? ” How ridiculous do these sound. Yet the man is the strong and trusted, mostly with the last word. Then why is accountability never a second sense. Even in abusive relationships, the underlying question which always surfaces time and time again; Why didn’t she just leave him? She should have stayed and worked things out. Why did she chose him. Tell me in which situation does the accountability compass point to the man? If you’re a man reading this, thinking it’s a load of drivel, then go out and talk to your female friends. Ask them instead of talking off your face about yourself. If you don’t understand this narrative or can’t fixate your head around this notion, maybe take a step back and actually listen to a women’s perspective. Everything we see in this day and age is a male experience or insight. Next time you read an article, see who edited and wrote it. Was it a man called Tom ( White male privilege piece, can’t wait to see what that’s about) Or next time you switch to Netflix and load up a move, who is the director? Oh watching another Steven Spielberg directed movie? Asshole. Listen, read, gauge up something from a woman’s perspective as opposed to seeing her as a vessel for your friday night porn sessions. Take off that cloak of male privilege that you walk around in everyday, and appreciate (maybe that’s a far fetch for now) but try and understand why women are angry. Try and reflect on why the ‘men are trash’ movement is actually a thing. (yeah your interest might have just piqued right now, but this is prevalent in this day and age too)
So let me leave you with this nugget for now. If you’re a woman who feels the same (drop me a comment) or a man who can’t quite understand (drop me a like, and read up on Simone Beaviour)
Freedom is the sense of no fear. Only when men are hold accountable and TAUGHT and IMPLEMENT to take accountability of their actions will woman be free.
“there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.
you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.
sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”
i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.
speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.
trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.
the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for………..
because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.
sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”
sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.
seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.
you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.
soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.
you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.
there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.”
Lusting multiple people at the same time takes away the magic in attraction. The feeling you desire does not match your expectations as it is a plethora of emotion from varied individuals.
Hollow words replace words with intent and meaning. The constant jump from one person to the next invokes a zombie like presence in you. Actions mean little to you as they have been overused and saturated.
‘i guess i can now truly forgive you for the way you left me bare,open, hurting and crushed.
For empathy one should step in their shoes.’