A New You Image Consulting

My mother taught me at a very early age that we live in a society where people judge you by what they see. If  you were "polished" then you received more respect, admiration and you were worthy of being heard.  Being well groomed signified that you had dignity.

Following the teachings of my mother wasn't difficult since I was a girly, girl at heart.  My girlfriend and I used to give each other facials, had to have every flavor of lipgloss and the latest clothes, no matter how crazy the fashion was.

As I became an adult, it became more apparent to me that the early teachings of my mother holds true.  As I went about my daily life, I saw again and again examples of how the "polished" person was respected and the not so polished person wasn't taken seriously.

Since I enjoyed doing hair, picking out clothes, loved every beauty product ever known to man and let's not forget trying on every lipstick at the Mac counter only to have bruised lips from wiping the lipstick off every 5 seconds, it was only a naturally progression for me to become an Image Consultant.

But before that was to happen, I would have to get rid of the corporate  job, which wasn't too hard to do since I was being layed off.  But I have to admit, my last corporate job was very instrumental in my new career.  Me being in insurance, my corporate attire was mainly suits. But not just black and navy suits. I wore suits with color!  Red, Green, Yellow.  My colleagues would often compliment me on what I wore to work.

Before I knew it, at lunch time I was conducting mini consultations at my desk.  One would want to know what lipstick went better with her complexion, another wanted a wedding look and yet another wanted me to go shopping with her for a new wardrobe. As we went shopping for her wardrobe, I placed her into a dressing room and started pulling clothes.  It was then that I found out what I was doing was an actual career.  My co-worker informed me that people get paid to do this. My response to her was who would pay someone to shop?

Little did I know that A New You Image Consulting was being born.  More and more incidents started happening. The final confirmation became evident while I was in Ms. Fields Cookies (yes, a sister has to have her cookies) getting my white chocolate chip with macadamian nuts when the young lady behind the counter asked me about my hair.  At that time it was red, a combination of reds that I had mixed myself.  I tried to explain to her what I had done and I nonchalantly mentioned that I was going to the beauty supply store.  Before I knew it, she ran in the back grabbed her coat and came from behind the counter.  I asked her where was she going and she immediately replied, I'm going with you.

We proceeded to the beauty supply store engaging in light conversation. Once we got there, I picked out everything that she would need; she bought it and I never saw her again!

Wow, "something is going on here" I thought to myself.   Then the day came when I was called into my manager's office and heard the words that most people would dread to hear. We are phazing out your position and you are being layed off.  Ok, what am I going to do now?  I know, I'm going to be an Image Consultant!

By helping others with their image needs, I've learned a lot about myself.  I've learned that I'm compassionate.  I've learned that I'm a good listener. I've learned that I'm encouraging. I've learned that I'm a good teacher. I've learned that God has placed me in my purpose and I am your humble servant.

As I tell people who are on their quest to discovering their possibilities, you are unique and divine in your own skin.  It's not about changing you, but enhancing you. So don't admire me; be admired!

Toodles!

Desiree