𓆸 You Are The Altar

Welcome, sacred one.

You’ve arrived at the threshold of a forgotten temple —
Where beauty was once ritual, not routine.
Where women anointed their skin with stories,
And adorned their bodies in the memory of stars.

This is NuEarth Beauty.
Not a brand, but a return.
A return to earth, to essence, to the echoes of our foremothers
Who practiced beauty as ceremony,
As resistance,
As reclamation.

Here, we remember:
𓆃 The sacred oils brewed under moonlight.
𓆃 The henna prayers whispered into hands.
𓆃 The smoke baths that carried away sorrow and shame.
𓆃 The clay from riverbeds that kissed skin into radiance.

This is where beauty becomes a portal.
A soft rebellion against erasure.
A radiant mirror where you see not what you lack —
But who you’ve always been.

So take your time.
Build your altar.
Light your incense.
Bathe your body like it’s scripture.
And when the world rushes you,
Return here — to this space, to this breath, to this truth:

You are already divine.
You are the ritual.
You are the inheritance.
You are the portal through which the sacred ones have returned.

Here is where you learn to honor the body as a portal —
A vessel for lineage, for intuition, for divine light.
A canvas where healing takes form in gold dust and hibiscus.
Where mirrors become altars.
And you, beloved, are the goddess they left out of the history books.

Welcome back to your throne.
Anoint yourself in knowing.
You are not becoming —
You are uncovering.