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Two weeks ago, I got a sample of the Vanilla Extrem Moisture Therapy Lotion from the Bi-Kai Cosmetics line of skincare products and was asked to review it. It doesn't hurt that I was in need of a travel size bottle of lotion and that one of my favourite scents is vanilla, so already I was a happy camper.

First things first, here is a little about Bi-Kai,


I liked the consistency in terms that it was creamy as opposed to being runny like some lotions can be. The scent is strong upon first application but it tones down as time passes but it doesn't die away. As this is the case the lotion could act as a scent in the place of perfumes or body splashes.

When I applied it on my hands it soaked in well instead of sitting on my skin. My hands were extremely dry and they became normal so I can only imagine how they will be after prolonged use. This leads to an experiment I plan to do.

I'll be using the Extrem Moisture Therapy Lotion on my Sahara like body parts (hands and feet) to see if I experience an overall improvement in the softness of my skin. Check back next week to find out the results of my experiment.

So far, I like the Extrem Moisture Therapy Lotion from Bi-Kai Cosmetics and I look forward to using more of their products.

P.S.
Coming soon, an interview with the creative and technical mind behind Bi-Kai Cosmetics.

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About The Blogger

I would say it was a little over a decade ago that I learned a very important lesson in terms of beauty. At the time I was slightly aware of it's importance, I knew how to apply it, but I didn't know what a great shift in thinking it was.

It was my first year at FIT and as I was going back to my dorm, two ladies stopped me and said they wanted to use me in a profile for New York magazine. The profile was to show students from different colleges in NYC and would be featured in the September issue of the magazine. Cool, right!?! Truly a NYC experience! So they gave me the directions to the studio and the date and time.

On the day, I made my way downtown on the west side and trust me this was authentic. The studio had this artsy NYC feel and here were all these beautiful people. Talk about intimidating. Just a note to those interested in modeling, keep in mind that there is a lot of down time, especially if there are a lot of people being photographed. Basically, bring a book, bring music, anything to keep the nervousness at bay.

Eventually, it was my turn and I can't even remember all the details, but I do remember that I was nervous as hell and the photographer kept telling me to relax. A couple pictures were taken, I was told the same thing from before and I left as they focused on the next person to be photographed.

Time flew, summer came and went, and I was on my way back to college. As soon as I was on American soil, I went on the look out for New York magazine. I found one at a newstand and I flipped to the feature and............ I wasn't in it.

I won't lie, I was bummed, but I took it in stride and remembered what I did wrong. If you wrong would be the correct term, seeing what I did was not correct. Basically, I let my fears and nerves get the best of me, paralyzing me and that is one thing the camera does it picks up your emotion. Plus it doesn't help that my face is an open book when it comes to my emotions. I think at that point I decided to just have fun when it comes to taking my photograph, not make such a big deal about it. Little did I know that an opportunity to try my new way of thinking would arise a little under two years later.

In my third year at FIT, I did a study abroad in Florence Italy at Polimoda. One day, after climbing the killer hill and then the killer steps, I was approached by a faculty member of Polimoda. A friend of mine and I were chosen to be photographed for a magazine story and they wanted to know if we would be up to it. I was not to mention it, before they approached our professor. In our first class of the day, the faculty member came to the class and spoke to about the photo shoot and blah, blah, it was a done deal.

The day of the shoot was a brisk and cool day, so I threw on my favorite orange cardigan and went to classes and the photo shoot. As usual, a lot of waiting around, at one point the photographer was taking pictures of this gay, Arab guy who was such a doll, that you either loved him to death or hated him because you were jealous of him. When it was my turn, I had fun, I smiled like crazy, I think I even jumped around, I had crazy fun and I photographed well. After me, my friend was photographed and that went well as well. Because I was so at ease, I was able to have a conversation with the photographer. I guess once again my face showed my emotion because he told me to hold still and took my picture.

Like all things, the experience came to an end and it was back to school, classes, projects, etc. Eventually, the experience was just a pleasant memory, until one day I was in the building that housed the Library and the Administrative offices and I saw the photographer in the company of the faculty member. They were very happy with the pictures and there was talk of Polimoda using the photographer to take pictures for promotional material for the college. I was told that they would let me know when they would be doing it.

A few weeks later, I was in the park to the back of Polimoda with a lot of Italian students. A lot of who I had categorized as the beautiful people. In the beginning the photographer was setting up his camera to take pictures of the students on a bench. When he was finished he had us sit on the bench, positioning us where he wanted us. Now, here was I thinking I would be in some corner or to the back, but where did he put me? Right smack in the middle, they gave me a book to pretend to be reading and the Italian students would be pretending to be looking in the book.

So once again, I decided to have fun. I threw on a Valley girl accent and started to make jokes and cracking up everyone and just having fun. I guess it worked because the photographer got his pictures, and moved on to the next scene to be photographed. What really made my day was not the whole "look at me, I'm in the middle of this" thing, it was after wards and one of the beautiful people, this absolutely glam Italian student came up to me in the cafeteria and thanked me for making the experience fun. That made my day.

A couple months later, some friends told me that they saw the photos at one of the tradeshows that Florence hosts. I never went down to look, I just appreciated the experience. Heck, I got a good lesson from it and the Italian students regarded me in a positive light.

From that point on, I realized that you can be gorgeous, incredibly beautiful, but your attitude can make you look ordinary, boring or ugly. People may notice that people who are not that attractive gets all the attention, but it's their attitude that is pulling people to them. Life is too short to be going around with a constant frown and the funny thing is when you are having fun, you forget about what makes you insecure. You become closer to the cool person you think you are and people see you as that cool person, they see you. And if you did not know it, you are beautiful.

There are few topics I've been meaning to write about and Beauty is one that keeps popping into my head lately. Let me begin by saying these are my thoughts on Beauty and they are based on my experiences and what I've derived from what I've read, seen and listened to. Basically, it's my oppinion and if you think differently you can always voice your oppinion.

Now as you can tell by the title of this post, I'm breaking down Beauty into more than one part. Those parts are

• Perception
• Attitude
• Curse
• I'm Done

Alright, I'm Done not really an aspect of Beauty but it is pretty much my concluding post and I would have pretty much had my say on the matter. So let's get into it.

I'm sure we all have heard the old adage,

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

but do we really understand. I think it's one of those phrases people say just to say instead of to convey a universal truth. One man's beauty is another man's "she's alright looking". For instance, some people might find this person beautiful