My mother never had a particular interest in makeup. For her, it was something reserved only for special occasions—and then in the simplest form. My grandmother, however, was her complete opposite. As a respected and social lady, she would never step out even to the shop without lipstick. I still remember that green lipstick she kept like a treasure in her vanity, never letting us touch it—carefully guarded and almost ritually applied.

 

I was young, but this contrast between my mother and grandmother left a deep impression on me. I always wondered why my grandmother cared so much about makeup, why she saw it as something essential, part of her daily life. Years later, I realized that for her—and for many women—makeup is not just a means of beautification. It’s armor. A symbol of strength, confidence, and presence. One of the small but powerful ways a woman can assert herself to the world.

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During my teenage years, makeup always fascinated me in a special way. For me, it wasn’t just about looking beautiful, but a way to create something beautiful, to experiment, to play with shapes and colors, to express myself through the art I was drawn to. My tools back then were modest—a black pencil, lipstick, a little mascara, and a few eyeshadows. But that didn’t stop me. I did makeup for my friends, tried new techniques, without even realizing I was doing something special. Soon people started noticing—everyone asked my friends who did their makeup.

 

At that time, in my small town, makeup wasn’t very accessible. But one day, in the only store with a slightly bigger selection, I saw the first makeup brush set of my life—simple, Chinese-made, just 5 or 6 brushes, but to me, it was a real treasure. I fell in love with them. I was so determined to have them that I saved money from my snacks for days. I even skipped meals at school, but in the end, I went and bought them. With those brushes, it was like a new world opened up before me. I understood something very important— to create something truly impressive, you need not only passion but also the right tools.

 

Despite my love for makeup, I never saw it as a profession. For me, it was simply a hobby, something I did because it brought me joy. I never imagined someone could pay me to do what I love. Instead, I chose something “serious” for a career—programming. I enrolled in university to study a stable and promising profession that seemed like the right choice.

Then something unexpected happened—the most spontaneous decision of my life. Even though I’ve always been someone who carefully considers every step, one day I came across a makeup course and… I signed up. Without long deliberations, without the usual doubts. I just did it. And in that moment, everything fell into place. I realized this wasn’t just a hobby. This was my calling.

 

When I understood I could turn my passion into a profession, a whole new world opened before me. Makeup wasn’t just makeup—it was a way to convey emotion, to help people feel more beautiful, more confident, stronger. From that moment on, I never had doubts—this was my path.