A very personal story. I posed this yesterday on my second channel but wanted to share on here. Thank you for watching.
Since i was 13 years old i’ve been working. Back then it was cleaning ovens at a bakery, and working down a farm cleaning out pens.
I was not born into money. Far from it. We never had anything left spare. In the later years of my childhood it was balancing act. I became very aware of money and the pain that it could cause.
At one point in m life i had 3 jobs. One in the day, one in the evening and one at the weekends. Why? Because no one was going to give me anything. No fairy god mother existed. And if i wanted to study markup artistry – well, i had to pay for it.
While i was starting my career i was working for an I.F.A (again, for money) while trying to do makeup on anyone i could get my hands on. My partner would take me to Cardiff on the weekends and i would spend 4 hours walking around the shops, looking at all the makeup, just losing myself in the…