My First Beauty Lesson Came from a Strip Club at Age 4

Proof That Beauty Doesn’t Have to Be Perfect to Be Powerful

Some memories live in the body before we have the words for them.
We carry them quietly—tucked behind the senses—until one day, they rise.

The scent of jasmine and cigarette smoke. The sound of music muffled behind a door. The flicker of glitter under low, red light.

This is one of those memories.
And it’s the moment I unknowingly began to understand beauty—not as something you apply, but something you step into.

In my last post, I shared what Beauty Undressed is about: truth, transformation, and the rituals that bring us home to ourselves.
Today, I want to share with you where that began for me.

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I was four years old the first time I watched a woman transform herself with a brush, a song, and a swipe of lipstick.

Not on a red carpet.
Not backstage at a photo shoot.
In the back room of a strip club.