Two Capricorns met by chance and bonded over lipstick, and bleach blonde hair. One was a Country girl from Oregon, who worked in a male dominated field, enjoyed the outdoors, getting dirty, had a foul mouth and loved all animals and creatures. The other was born in Idaho. She enjoyed fashion, heels higher than the heavens, Jesus, Church and lived in the world of photography. Both never really fit in the same way others did.

Both came from non-traditional homes. One from The Cleavers (If they joined a cult) and the other from One Flew Over The Coo Coo’s nest, (except the people there were given the good drugs that at least made them happy).

One had focused on learning about wine, working in health, Food + vitamins and making the world beautiful through her magic natural eye. The other worked with evil and dedicated her life wanting to make the ugly underbelly of the world a safer place.

Both would marry their soulmates and have three children. They worked themselves to death while still hearing the labels others had placed upon them; sluts, whores, husband stealers.

We were easy because we wore too much makeup, we were slutty because we had winged eyeliner as black as their souls. We were temptresses of husbands because we wore red lipstick and have very long nails.

We were blamed for going through puberty, we were shamed by men we dated.

If only we were just...

Thinner, bigger, less, more, prettier, different, quiet, louder, acted normal, were taller, shorter, plainer or weren't so frumpy. Just tried harder, kept our mouth shut or were just submissive.

Immediately, I realized some of the same things that were broken in me were also broken in her. Years of programming telling us all that was wrong. We both would become seriously ill. Chronic Illness, a thousand doctors and cancer, and I thought Fuck This Shit.

Being close to death changes things. There were zero fucks left to give about bullshit matters. The toxic people were flushed to the cesspool of poo, the mean flicked like fleas, the haters, told Thank You.

We unapologeticaly live our truths, we decided to rip off these labels the same way you do with the wax on your upper lip. We start this slate clean like their freshly bleached butthole.

We refuse to live by the narrative that women cannot be kind, smart, funny, talented, beautiful, leaders, and truly happy for each other.

Bitchface is more than a brand, it is our lifestyle, our family, our tribe, our laughter, our tears, the you can do its.  It is love.

It all started with two bleach blondes bonding over how beautiful we thought the other one was and lipstick.

What are you missing out on in your life if you are handing out labels like Candy? We both gained a best friend and partner in crime. For life. 

Live your truth bitches.

Much Love,

Shenandoah + Tenacity