Welcome to Narcissista.me
My name is Becca, this is my side hustle where I try to decode medical beauty and the playbook for looking great north of 35 because I’m too old to legitimately play with Barbies.
I never thought vanity was a dirty word and call bullsh*t on those who imply it’s wrong for women to care about what they look like. Trying to look your best means you’re showing up for life. The problem is, with all the beauty and the anti-aging solutions out there, we have too many options, not enough information and some pretty f**ked up ideals about what it means to look great.
The irony is, I’ve learned looking your best is an inside job that starts with self acceptance, perspective and a sense of humor. But because beauty is all about context, you’ll also find commentary on culture, conventional beauty standards and the state of femininity. And there’s never been a more exciting time to talk about beauty and women with new standards being set and redefined by diversity of age, size and ethnicity.
As for me, I’m a north of 40 formerly and M.A.U.D. (middle aged until death) beauty veteran who’s worn every hat under the girly rainbow. Some highlights:
- On a good day, I’m 5′ 2″ brunette and have never seen either as a shortcoming. Same with my freckles.
- Weight, however is my beauty Kryptonite. My BMI is perfect and few would describe me as overweight, but I know I look best 10lbs thinner than I am now.
- I was a competitive baton twirler, even though I didn’t have Miss America aspirations or grow up in the South. I don’t think baton twirling gets the respect it deserves, especially in a world where rhythmic gymnastics is an Olympic sport. This hardwired my love of sequins and tiaras.
- When I was 16, I worked behind the Lancome counter at Bloomingdales in the King of Prussia mall. I become the defacto, self taught make-up artist, which meant if you sat in my chair you were guaranteed to look like you stepped out of Duran Duran’s “Rio” video. But to this day, that job remains one of my favorites because even the smallest transformation contributed to women feeling better about themselves.
- I’ve always been a boobs and hair girl until I got breast cancer a few tears years ago. Then, for about a year I was neither. Now, I’m back to being a hair and boobs girl, just a little more bionic.
I write this under the dark cover of night, but during the day I pay the bills as the Managing Director of a brand consultancy (hence the dark sunglasses) and am the mother of a teenage boy. Guilty pleasures include GoT, OTNB, John Oliver, guacamole, procrastinating, leopard and other thinking life in general.
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