What Inspires You?

Hi everyone, bright day isn't it? So, today I'll continue the 'Who inspires you?' series. In case you missed out on the first two, check them here and here. Today's story will be featuring a make up artiste who is also a chemical engineer in the making. Enjoy!

Hi, my name is Princess Ogele (some people call me Pessa, long story). So minus studying Chemical Engineering, I wanted to have a few tricks in the bag so I went for styling and makeup.
Some months ago, I went to a make up school (MUD) and I have a certificate. I'm not much of a makeup person for myself but for others, I'm down for it.
Also, I've got a little desire in the fashion side, I love playing dress up, trying new things and widening my boundaries in fashion. It's just that the money aspect....
So here is a list of the people that inspire me.
-My Mum and Dad; they push me to always exceed my limits and never stop daring

myself.
-Solange Knowles inspires me in the fashion aspect a whole lot. She always dares to be different and she remains flawless. She never follows the trends.
-Oscar de la Renta (May his soul rest in peace); I've always loved his pieces since I knew what fashion was. He was not much of a daredevil but there's so much technique and heat in his work. Every single detail can never go unnoticed.
-Rihanna; I don't know how she does it but....she's flawless. Everything always looks effortless and she never shies away from a challenge.
Now in the makeup side, my number 1 and practically only motivator is Jide of St. Ola. I don't really know much of his background but his works are effortless and amazing. He's a guy succeeding in a woman's job. He is a huge motivator in that aspect. I stalk his page so much that when I have time I try to copy his works.
Lastly, my cousin Boma inspires me an awful lot. She is just like me but more achieved. I love how she balances everything from school work(masters), beating people's faces and designing a few pieces. Her line has not 'blown' yet but she is very good.
Every single person listed affect me everyday and I take the good side of what they do to help build my future.
There is no joy compared to the satisfaction derived from what you love doing. Just continue, it'll pay off soon.

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