Liminal spaces: empty hallways, deserted airports at midnight, a crossroad where nothing feels settled. They’re eerie and electric, holding a quiet tension between what was and what will be.
Beauty has its own liminal spaces. The half-applied foundation, a single eye done, lipstick not yet smudged to perfection. It’s awkward. Unfinished. And yet, it’s where transformation lives.
Most of us race through those moments, impatient for the “ta-da!” The polished reveal. But here’s the thing: the in-between is where the magic happens. It’s where decisions are made, stories are written, and the face becomes something more than just skin.
What would happen if you slowed down? If you looked in the mirror and saw the beauty of becoming instead of just the end result?
The in-between isn’t a flaw to hide—it’s the proof that change is happening. The raw, messy, gorgeous proof that you’re creating something meaningful. Isn’t that worth celebrating?