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Mom Get Your Sh*t Together! Beauty Stuff Moms Need!

I am obsessed with make up. It's a "I have a million products and I love it and I'm not slowing down, sorry children you may not go to college but at least Mommy is gorgeous!" kind of obsession. One of the things that kind of sucks about pregnancy is that while others are obligated to say you're glowing, in reality you may just feel like a sweaty, puffy mess. At least I do!

I've been thinking about adding a little beauty hack stuff into this blog. Just products I've found that make me feel beautiful that I'd like to share with my other beautiful readers!

So, without further adieu, I'd like to introduce a blog segment I'm calling:

"Mom, Get Your Shit Together!"

I'll try to do at least weekly product and beauty hacks that I've discovered that make life easier, not harder, and really make you feel great. Because let's be real, you can't drink yourself pretty right now, might as well do something to keep you occupied!

My first ever Mom, Get Your Shit Together beauty hack is NYX's Wonder Stick in Universal.
It's doubled ended contour and highlighter and its AWESOME!

I have some pics of my transformation below. I started just with a little cheek, (double)chin and forehead contour then added a little cheek color and did my nose, the blended.


And sorry about the cleve in that first pic, but I'm rocking some serious preggy jugs at the moment.

I literally just did this make up, like five minutes ago. It's late morning, so this is what I'll look like today. Below is the final result!

Pretty damn good, right?!

I don't feel puffy or overdone. To finish I just did a little mascara and gloss. Not for nothing, I'm starting to get why I got knocked up again, amirite?! 😉😉

I would love to hear your fave shortcuts, so leave them in the comments. Happy highlighting my loves!












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