Honestly, I was skeptical at first to try this product. I thought it was just going to be another product that was stick on and peeled off within days, boy was I wrong. Kiss Nail Dress was easy to apply and has literally lasted 3 weeks and going! No peeling, which I was extremely surprised with. Too bad my nails are growing out :( The designs are sophisticated, cute and you have 18 different designs to choose from.
Kiss Nail Dress is your easy alternative to nail polishes. You just peel the design that matches your nail shape, apply to your nail, file and shape. Easy as pie. No messy nail polish or making sure you stay in between the lines. Each pack comes with 28 strips so don’t forget your toes!
Disclaimer: Product was received complimentary for testing and review purposes.
Inspiration
(Source: micaceous, via imafake)
Christmas: It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
People want to pick at my brains & wonder why I am dating who I am. I will clarify it for you all.
When I first sought out to find love, I did not narrow my choices down to any one race. It’s funny because if you were to ask me 5 years ago if I would be where I am at today, I would have laughed in your face, just like I laughed in my aunt’s face when I told her I would never date a Caucasian guy.
I remember when I was younger, I would always ask my mom:
“Mom, what if I dated another race besides Hmong?”
“Well, you can be friends with them, but you can’t marry them.”
“But, why?”
“Well, actually, you cant even be friends with them because friends always turn into something else. So no.”
“But, what if? Mom”
“Just because, I said no”
Isn’t it funny how life pans out? I think something inside of me that day, subconsciously, was speaking on behalf of my future self.
Dating was never easy for me. I was never really pretty. There were always other girls that were prettier, skinnier than I was. Hmong boys didn’t like chubby girls, that’s what I would always tell myself. How naive and small minded we are as teenagers right? Always wanting to impress boys.
But even as I started getting older, having more confidence and becoming a grown women, I didn’t have such luck either. I’ve had my shares of interracial relationships. I’ve had my shares of Hmong men, as well. I’ve always wanted to stay within my ethnicity group, but no matter how hard you try to make something work, you can’t change yourself to make others happy.
I remember bringing home a Hmong man and my parents were ecstatic. This is funny because at one point, my dad thought I was “gay” (his words) because I never brought home any of my boyfriends. hahaa funny, I know. It’s because I never had any! :) I would’ve done anything for this man. I believe, I was setting myself up for heartbreak because I just knew that no matter what I did or what I tried to do, I couldn’t make this man love me. Even when I tried my hardest to maintain my looks, watch what I ate, make sure I said the right things, I was never good enough. Why was I never good enough even when I gave every little effort and energy that I had? How dumb of I to have stayed and try to work anything out. There was nothing to work out.
One thing I must say is that a few good things came out of this relationship I had with this person. I had an epiphany that day in 2006 and I still remember that night very clearly. I realized that I was just not going to be good enough PERIOD. All the low blows and dragging my self esteem down was not happening anymore. So what did I do, I walked out, and I remember walking out to my car and thinking to myself that this was going to be it. I had walked out before, but always felt the pressure to apologize and walk right back in, nope, not this time, and that’s when I knew it was just right. A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders and as I drove home, not one single tear or a feeling of regret. Nothing. I was empty. It was over for good.
So, to say that I didn’t give anyone a chance is false because I gave all my love openly and willingly.
I would like to say, if you can find me a Hmong men who is decent looking, I’m not even asking for fine or a 10, I’m asking for decent, who has a career, who is stable, mentally, financially and emotionally and who can take care of themselves, than hey, send them my way, but if you can’t even find that person out there, what makes you think I can go out there and find him for myself?
So the choice comes down to:
A: The Hmong Man who pushes you around, breaks down your self esteem, likes you when it’s good, hates you when it’s bad and than contradicts everything that has already been said just to pick you back up to break you back down again?
OR
B: The Caucasian Man who takes you for who you are, the good, the bad and the down right ugly, respects your culture, is open to new traditionals and loves your family like their own?
You decide.
So when people ask me, you’ve has your shares of boyfriends whether they were Hmong or not, so why this guy?
And my simple answer to that is, I guess all those other guys weren’t worth fighting for.
Well That So Raven Symone is not so and I quote, “Thick & Fabulous” anymore. She claims the secret to her drastic weight loss: “I stopped stressing.”
Pssh, oh no, boo boo. I don’t believe that one bit. Cough up the goods & the secrets :) I wanna stop stressing, too.
See for yourself:
My long hair. But on the bright side, the pros of having shorter hair:
1. Less hair product to use ie. shampoo, conditioner, hair masque, meaning less spending meaning more money for makeup.
2. Less energy it takes to style it.
3. Less time it takes to dry after showering.
And, that’s it.
Oh well, hair will grow back.
TA-TA!
Klare
Ew, I see it alot and don’t ask me why a makeup artists doesn’t know any better, but it happens.
Blowing.
1. First off, you should never ever, ever, in your whole entire career life should you ever, ever, blow on anything. AND I mean everything.
Don’t blow on your makeup brushes, don’t blow on your products, don’t blow on your lashes when you’re waiting for the glue to dry and for pete’s sake, DON’T blow on your client, model, customer’s etc. . face! That’s just unsanitary and plain ol’ dirty!
Makes me cringe when I see industry “professions” do this. You should know better and if you don’t, well get a clue. And get it fast.
What disgusts me most is when a teacher sees a student doing this and doesn’t say anything. Or shall I say, chooses to keep her mouth shut. I mean, “Aren’t you the teacher?” Instead you’re looking at me with a disgusted look? Ok, well, I guess I’ve just answered my own qestion why some industry folks don’t know this because maybe their teachers don’t SAY ANYTHING! Like the ones I’ve encountered.
Well, at least I know better… and my client’s wont get my germs on them. or my lunch breath.
Toodles,
Klare
I have a very open mind and I am a true born Aries, explains a lot. I also like to speak my mind and sometimes it may very well be a little bit offensive, but I do it with the utmost respect for everyone and I NEVER, EVER name drop. Sometimes the things I write or speak about may not have been precipitated by something I’ve seen, experienced, or heard, but just by my curiosity to write about it. I understand not everyone will agree with me or like what I write about, but that is perfectly fine with me because what much fun would it be if we all lived in a world of agreement. You may not like my opinion, but please do respect it cause you are entitle to yours as well. I’ve always been one to speak what is on my mind and to not hold back anything for I would much rather be loved for who I am than pretend and be liked for who I am NOT. Hey, what can I say? I’m a young gal with a lot to say. So with that being said, I apologize in advance; here is to a future “No offense, but” comment that I may make in the future. And, I promise to do it with class and dignity :)
Love Always,
Klare