Week 1 : Self Portrait

self-por·trait

noun

1. 1.

   a portrait of an artist produced or created by that artist. (Found on google.com).

   
   

   
   

   After I post this portrait I expect you all to laugh. I'm what I like to think a funny person.  I'm a multi-tasker, 29 year old (soon to be 30), mother of three (young children under 4 years of age). I'm ADDICTED to coffee (prefer Starbucks) but will settle for my regular cup with flavored creamer and 4 sweet n lows. I love art, reading blogs, fashion, shopping (online mostly), googling, the color pink, having a million and one projects going at once, buying something because I have a coupon (this gets me in trouble...), Michaels, GLITTER, samples (I'm part of Birchbox), dancing in the rain (let's be realistic no one does that, I dance in the shower), Facebook, calling my family (sometimes I think they get annoyed but I love to talk to them, it's refreshing), my kids and taking their pictures (mostly posing them like what I find on Pinterest), hand-sanitzer, lip gloss (no preference as long as it's a shade of nude/pink), Victoria Secret's underwear (ONLY), leggings and yoga pants. That's just to name a few.

   

   
   

   So, this is ME! This is how I see myself. NOT GLAMMED UP, always drinking coffee in my favorite pink mug. That brown stuff on my face is a mud mask, I was trying (it was a sample from my Birchbox). I'm very RAW, and to the point. There was a point in my life that I  wouldn't leave the house without makeup on or without my hair done and definitely would never leave in yoga pants. Oh how times have changed. Now I don't leave the house WITH makeup on, and I could careless. After 3 babies, I now see the beauty in myself.  I'm a mom and have a fiancé who loves me.  I don't care if my hairs a mess and my eyeliner is under my eyes or mascara running, it's who I am now. My saggy breasts, scar on my tummy, weird looking belly button, stretch marks and love handles are me right now. I feel good in a sweater and leggings or yoga pants, I'm pretty sure there is NO ONE at Jewel I need to impress. Laugh all you want but when it comes down to it, the stain on my shirt or sideway ponytail or mascara running down my face, tell my story.  The stain on my shirt is from my 18 month old hugging me with his messy Cheetos fingers, and my sideway pony is because I was having a dance party with my 4 year old (Florida Georgia Line on repeat please). The mascara well that could be a lot of things, maybe my boys hugged me and made me feel so wonderful to be blessed to be their mommy, or Avri is growing so fast and I just want my last baby to stay a baby, or maybe the mascara is because I was laughing so hard with my kids because we were having such a fabulous day.  Whatever the reason, it's my reason and if I'm ok with it then that's all that matters.  Mud mask and all, that's who I am.

   
   

   Who are you? I challenge you to take a #selfie of yourself and who you are. Post it as your Facebook profile picture, or Twitter picture. Put it everywhere for everyone to see. Be proud. That is who YOU are!

   
   

   xoxo -J