{"id":2412,"date":"2020-09-13T09:04:00","date_gmt":"2020-09-12T23:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.maxxbymakayla.com\/?p=2412"},"modified":"2020-09-13T11:50:49","modified_gmt":"2020-09-13T01:50:49","slug":"confessions-of-a-mixed-race-beauty-junkie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maxxbymakayla.com\/confessions-of-a-mixed-race-beauty-junkie\/","title":{"rendered":"Confessions of a mixed race beauty junkie"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Having beautiful<\/u><\/em> skin was something I desired for the longest time possible. <\/h2>\n\n\n\n
Beautiful to me meant having clear skin, being thin, being desirable. I clearly remember waking up to breakouts as a teenager thinking what the hell are these bumps on my face?! Being the only minority in high school, the peer pressure to fit into my surroundings saw me dabble in unrealistic avenues in achieving beautiful. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Around 17 years old, I recall walking into department stores housing various skincare brands looking for a solution. With several choices, I was overwhelmed as this experience added another complexity. My first experience of racial discrimination (in beauty) as the salespersons exact words were we do not carry anything for your skin type <\/u><\/em><\/strong>I walked out confused. By this point, I had powered through almost all major drugstore brands, and nothing seemed to work. With limited information, I was at a dead end. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not giving much thought to what I was eating growing up as my parents always had a variety of food in the house. I experienced exotic food choices and became accustomed to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n