I woke up this morning and reached for my phone. My morning ritual is a deep scrolling of Facebook. After a few posts I noticed a familiar name, Karyn Washington. But the post wasn’t from her.
The post declared that Karyn Washington, founder of For Brown Girlsand the popular campaign #DarkGirlsRedLip, had committed suicide. I paused and immediately hopped up out of bed. This could not be true. Searching for the answers, or hopefully the lies, I clicked around Facebook. I went to Karyn’s Facebook profile and instantly broke out into an uncontrollable bubble-snot cry.
So it’s Friday night and you’ve been in the house all day with no intentions on showing your face to the outside world. Not to mention it’s raining outside and that warm air has now turned into a brisk breeze. You get bored and decide to search for new apps on your iPhone because duh…that’s what Friday nights are for–new apps?! But what happens next you could have never imagined.
Almost 18 years ago I walked into a tattoo shop near my apartment at the time and pointed at a design of a dragon on the wall and said…”I want that one!”
That quick and impetuous decision ended up haunting my personal style for years to come. It left me with a tattoo that I regretted for almost 20 years. When I looked in the mirror that day, I know I had made an unquestionably bad decision.
I’ve been working really hard so when I get to brag…I really brag. My hard work is finally being recognized by my peers and other experts in the style and beauty space, and I could not be more happier (well, unless I win the Powerball)!
The biggest party of the year happens this weekend, and I am filled with excitement. I’m attending my first Oscar viewing party here in New York (sounds fancy right)! I think I might bring out the tutu that I bought last summer, and never wore, for this occasion.