Let Them Eat Cake

Yo peeps! It's been a while, but as I start to unwind from my difficult week, it seemed to be the perfect opportunuty to head to my local hookah bar and pop out a blog or two. This one is gonna be about the MakeUp Bee/Lime Crime contest I entered. With the release of their newest D'Antoinette collection, Lime Crime decided to host a contest. They wanted whimsical looks based upon the life and style of Marie Antoinette. I was really excited about this contest, especially since I had played Marie Antoinette in a class project. I had it made until I was "beheaded" during our reenactment of the French Revolution.

After researching her more carefully and looking at tons of painting of her, I decided to go with a wild child modern day look. I had a lot of fun with this and hope you guys enjoy it too. I didn't take any pictures during application, but I took tons of picture afterward for everyone to see. I call this look 'Cake Eater', although it is not believed that she ever told anyone "Let them eat cake."

Here's my official entry pic:

I figured I would go with an extremely girly color scheme: pink, white, and silver. Fortunately the white wasn't too much of a stark contrast against my skin, I guess I'm getting better at my blending, YAY! :)

Products Used (most of them):
 Sugarpill shadows in Dollipop, Tako, Love+, and (accidentally) Bulletproof.
Wet N Wild palette in Spoiled Brat
Mac pigment in Fuchsia


I also did my nails for this and thought they looked awesome, which is why I made sure to include a pic of them. Here are some others as well...

A picture of my nails close up

This is before I added the hat,

And here with the hat, which I love!!!!

For this one I was going for "My head's about to be cut off"

Until next time,


HASTA LUEGO!

Hard Out There For A Pimp...

Ever felt like you aren't the person that people see when they look at you? I'm sure the answer is 'yes' for just about 99.9% of the people that will ever ponder that question. The tougher part of that comes in when you decide why the answer is yes. Is it because they only assume what you are without getting to know you in order to learn the truth? Is it because who you are on the inside is not what you show to the public? Is it because you are not sure who the real you is? I'm sure one of those has been the case for everyone at least once. The last of those is the hardest to figure out. What do you do when you feel like the person you are is not the person you were born? In the case of transgendered individuals, many dress as the gender they identify with and eventually have a gender reassignment surgery. Difficult journey? DEFINITELY! But insurmountable? Certainly not...

What is there to do about being born into a culture that feels foreign to you? What type of surgery is there to remedy this? As culture is a learned societal behavior, what is there to do? You learn your culture and you live accordingly, but let's say you pick up certain characteristics that are borrowed from a group that you were not born into? As I was perusing the latest issue of LATINA magazine, I read an article that addressed the unique challenges faced by Afro-Latinas. The article spoke VOLUMES to me!!! It talked about how for decades, there had to be a choice between being Black or Hispanic, often being ostracized by both groups, often being stereotyped based on skin color, hair texture, whatever. I've had stuff like that happen to me, even as recent as last Friday night as I was carrying out my weekly ritual of getting my bachata(hate it, but it'sgrowing on me)-salsa-merengue on. Barely a night goes by where a guy will ask me where I'm from, and where in the world did I learn to move like that because, "you dance so well!" I always feel like that sentence trails off to...'for someone that looks like you'. I've had guys that sit and talk about me to my face in Spanish because of course no entiendo. On the flip side I have had 2 different guys walk up to me and ask, "Quiere bailar?" This didn't really bother me, since I understood the question, but a tiny part of me wondered did they assume that I also spoke Spanish since I had the dance part of the culture down? My loving boyfriend tells me that I'm just being paranoid, and reading too much into the situation. I'm trying to see it that way, and forget about it. I can't control what people think of me when they meet me, and I'm sure these guys aren't approaching with malice, I guess most of the time I'm just being sensitive.

Here's the fun part! Even though I have these Afro-Latina experiences, I do not fit the category! As far as I know, all of my most recent ancestors (except one of my great-great grandfather, whom I hear was white) are "100%" Black. And I guess I may have the proverbial Indian blood, but that's it. The only Latina heritage that I can lay claim to is the fact that I have studied Spanish since I was in 2nd grade, I love salsa and merengue, I have taken several trips to Mexico, and once studied abroad in Ecuador for the best 3 weeks of my life. So if culture is what I make it, then who am I? I'm Black, there's no negotiation there, but if you ask me am I apart of the culture, my only answer is that I feel it in my blood.

Today is not the first time I've faced this conundrum in my life, I feel like I'm too much of so many things to just be defined by any one of those things alone. I need a title like Black-almost-latina-likes-sushi-ramen-and Korean-but speaks-Spanglish-and-loves-merengue. Too long, right? I think just writing it down helps me deal with it though. All those things make up the reality of who I am. Even if that's not who people see when they look at me, I need to always make sure that I see this person every time I look in the mirror. I need to make sure the woman I see there is proud to be all of those things. Make sure that I have pride in who who I am, and embrace ALL of the culture that I have chosen for myself.

After all, several very wise women stated the fact that, "Cultura es Orgullo, Orgullo es Exito", "Culture is Pride, Pride is Success"!