Symbols of Love: How I’m Treating My Divine Femme This V-Day!
In this month of love, I can’t help but feel an open channel to my Divine Feminine. Bring on the red silk frocks, rose quartz in abundance and a large glasses of red wine, please. This is where I came up with the idea of the Vérité Woman Divine Femme Mini Altar Set: a little grab-n-go ritual that makes time to worship yourself and the women that have come before you and will come after you. In order to give love, we must first deeply appreciate ourselves —gearing up to smother my own Valentine I’m first spoiling myself, and I suggest you follow suit. Here are just a few of the things are giving me heart eyes this February.
Elixir2Go Crystal Elixir Bottle – 16oz Gemstone Water Bottle for Making Crystal Infused Gemwater – Includes Gem Stones and Protective Neoprene Sleeve (Smoky Quartz & Clear Quartz) It’s possible that there has never been a more LA accessory than this, but the Rose Quartz Water Bottle is a woo-woo trap I’m fully willing to jump into. Some brands range these at close to $100 and I’m thinking naaah. But this more affordable option is definitely a favorite for me.
The Desire Map: A Guide to Creating Goals with Soul O.K. get ready for the second most LA thing — I saw a psychic, she told me to buy this book, I did. It’s brilliant. Danielle LaPorte has restructured how we set goals based on how we want to feel in our lives instead of by an end goal. Half book, half workbook this is a great way to rethink your intentions, life plan, and to-do list all in one.
As someone who fears the chemicals of mainstream deodorants, yet is constantly at battle with the fact that natural ones smell like chicken soup (why tho?) finding this Meow Meow Tweet option has saved me, and probably those who have to hang out with me.
I’ve never (ever) been a red girl. It was a color that emitted anger to me, it was abrasive, only now I see it as love. I see it as a symbol of feminine power. I started out wearing it in this Essie color for small doses but now I can’t be stopped.
Women are empathetic as fuck. I know this because if I’m being truly connected with myself, opening all lines of inner communication I can feel where my own body has absorbed the traumas of the world around me. In a time of the #MeToo movement, living in a country ruled by a sexual predator, and daily updates of unfolding cases of rape and sexual misconduct — our traumas go beyond those that have physically touched us.
In conversation with a friend seeking advice as to why she was so timid around those of the opposite sex, my own feelings were mirrored through her experiences. A few years free of a bad breakup, she was ready to jump into the dating pool once again, only her shyness was less a charming quirk and more an alienating aside. She had not been physically affected by sexual assault, however, it’s easy for me to believe as women we have all been victims of abuse in a mental capacity (so often in forms that go unnoticed), if not a physical one. As she spoke, my theory found its words. Bear with me.
Women absorb. We are constantly absorbing the emotions of our surroundings, picking up nuances of pain felt by our loved ones, violence towards our superior Mother Nature, and drinking in energies we can’t even detect until we feel the exhaustion roll through us. A 1995 study in the Scandinavian Journal of Psychology showed that women involuntarily imitate the emotional expressions of others. A characteristic we can blame on our brain’s “mirror neurons” that initiate us to match the emotional state or energy level of another being. Now on high alert, I see this play out in all the women around me as many of my close friends mention a feeling of being drained, only they can’t quite pinpoint why. Worse, so many women in my life, including myself have expressed symptoms of depression onset by the current state of our culture.
Don’t get me wrong, these are growing pains that we must endure to find the change we seek. These movements for women to gain the justice they deserve are necessary, and we feel for them, all of us feel so deeply for the sadness, suppression, and shame they’ve carried.
It’s a beating-the-dead-horse example, but it’s truly the clearest line I can draw. When Trump was voted into office, it was days that I cried on and off, not because my team had lost, but due to the fact that I felt a huge chunk of my chosen country (I could be in Canada right now with Trudeau, and yes why aren’t I?) did not respect the welfare, and preservation of its female population. I no longer felt safe, or welcome for that matter. This emotional rollercoaster has followed me ever since, often feeling completely drained on days when I spend extra time debating whether Aziz Ansari was in the wrong or not (I strongly believe he was, don’t open this can of worms), or if all our favorite Hollywood folks were, in fact, hiding Weinstein’s secrets for him. These sound so surface but they are the truest representations of what goes on in every level of our society.
While the world seems on the brink of destruction and in a constant Twitter war of ill-resourced tactics we probably don’t even clock how much the acts of the greater establishments are adding to our daily stress levels. When our body is prompted to feel uneasy it releases stress hormones called adrenaline, noradrenaline, and cortisol which have some heavy affects on our physical self. This state wears on your nervous system and lowers the immune system making us more prone to illness. It can also lower our inner-mechanics ability to detox itself, allowing more gunk to build up in the body like mucus, and waste leaving us feeling sluggish, lethargic, and even *ding, ding, ding* depressed.
Women are also fucking resilient. Even in times of fear, we find it within ourselves to be resourceful and build a space for ourselves when one isn’t offered. That void you’ve been feeling for months, maybe years, it’s your empathy taking on the traumas of our sisters, our Earth, and all the female energies that have been wronged for much longer than we have been a feminine figure on this planet.
Ways I’ve found that have helped me level the effects of these second-hand traumas are:
By setting boundaries for myself with my intake of information. While being a “woke” member of this society is very important to me, I need to listen to myself about how much is too much. For example, I have personal trigger points that I cannot ignore.
That leads me to: be aware of trigger warnings. This doesn’t have to just be when it comes to the news you’re ingesting, but also when you’re out in the world. If something might be triggering for you, you absolutely do not have to do it.
By creating a safe space within my intimate community to hash out all the feelings. So many feelings. Sharing our current states, and talking it out was what lead me to realize a commonality between those close to me and the world around us as it is.
By finding time to turn off. Spending more time outside, and not in the presence of news alerts has helped me massively. If I take time every day to be in the quiet of nature, it recharges me to come back into 2018.
A few things helping ground us & keeping us happy during these weird times: 1. Ayurvedic massage oil to keep our body calm and balanced 2. five-minute journal to keep us conscious 3. face masks for self-care (duh) 4. Home cleansing kit to keep us zen in our mental and physical spaces 5. Ashwagandha as a natural depression fighter, hormone balancer, and mood booster!
It seems like a daunting feat: to craft a beauty product that can be worn by any woman regardless of skin tone, yet that enhances the rarities of each. Impossible? One might conclude so, yet Clē Cosmetics is proof that inclusivity does have a place in the beauty industry — the beauty line that embraces the rarity of you.
The formula to this come-one-come-all approach is not a marketing ploy, but a transparency — in the way they speak to their customers (educating on their clean ingredients) but also in the actual make-up of the makeup. With lightweight, sheer powders, mists, and pigments the Clē woman is not hiding who she is, but giving life to her inner whims through the products. No longer concealing freckles, but highlighting their existence through the Essence Moonlighter Cushion. Offering a coquettish kiss through the Melting Lip Powder — one that takes your natural lip hue, and brings it up a few watts. A Lifting Mist that just seems to take what you’ve already got and breathe new energy into it’s surface. Just soak up those product names: essence, melt, lift — they are words that don’t mask who you are, but seep into you, becoming one with the wearer.
When we asked Lauren Jin, the companies founder about what inspired Clē she was quick to remind us that “beauty is purely from the self.” Now let that sink in a little.