I’m Shar a mother of two grown sons and a teenager,a grandmother to one little queen, and a woman who has lived a lifetime of stories, lessons, and glowups.
I’m a hairstylist, beauty creator, make-up lover, writer, and a perfume collecting woman who treats scents like moods. Warm vanilla when I’m soft. Oud when I’m not to be played with. Pistachio when I’m expensive. Musk when I need silence.
Fragrance is my love language. I write about beauty, healing, motherhood, trauma, womanhood, boundaries, relationships,perimenopause and the messy, magical journey of becoming.
And yes I’m going to make you laugh even when it’s deep.It’s part survival, part personality.I’ve battled anxiety, panic disorder, hypochondria, PTSD, perimenopause symptoms My nervous system has been through more twists than a Mary J. Blige bridge.
But I’m still here.
Healing.
Growing.
Softening.
Coming back to myself stronger and clearer than ever.I’ve survived heartbreaks I didn’t deserve,patterns I kept repeating,men I should’ve left earlier,and lessons I learned the hard way.
Some days I felt like an Aaliyah song soft, emotional, floating. Other days I felt like SZA in “Supermodel” raw, honest, tired but still beautiful.
And on my good days? I’m giving full Beyoncé energy confident, aligned, and unbothered. But here’s the truth:
I’m not perfect.
I’m evolving.
I’m learning to mother myself while mothering others.
I’m learning to rest.To set boundaries. To stop carrying responsibilities that were never mine.To love myself softly after years of surviving loudly.
I’m spiritual, but don’t test me. I will pray for you AND protect my energy at the same time.I sage my home and my habits.I trust my intuition now more than ever.I’m walking into every room covered, guided, and aligned.
I’m funny without trying.Deep without forcing it.Soft but not to be messed with.Loving but no longer losing myself for love.
If you’re here, sis, you’re probably a woman like me:healing, tired, hilarious, spiritual, sensitive, intuitive, resilient, and done with chaos.You’re in the right place. Sit down, relax, take a breath. This space is for us,the soft, strong, soulful girls who survived too much,but still show up smelling good and glowing.
You’re safe here.
You’re seen here.
You’re understood here.
And you can laugh through your healing.
Love Shar
I became besties with my hormones
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