The next day, armed with freshly cleaned MYKITCO brushes and Kira’s pep talks ringing in my ears, I was ready. Almost. In classic Mya style, I realised I’d double-booked myself—again. A shift at the beauty store clashed with my assistant job with Bea Boston. Amongst all the excitement and disbelief I was getting the chance to assist Bea, I actually forgot about everything else going on in my life. My manager, Kim agreed to switch shifts with me this week and saved me from being a disastrous assistant before I'd even started. Kim could be a tough cookie, but I admired her work ethic plus, she really saved my day.
At Bea Boston’s shoot, the energy was electric and everything I had dreamed of. Models lounged under ethereal lighting while Bea directed with calm precision. My job? Pass brushes, stay out of the way, and not drop anything. When Bea asked for a 0.14s - MY SMOOTHING FOUNDATION, I handed it over with the reverence of a knight presenting a sword.
“You’ve got a good eye,” Bea said, almost smiling. For me, it felt like winning an Oscar.
When the foundation shade vanished into thin air, I didn’t panic. I pulled out my de-potted stash from MY BIG BOTTLE BAG, the one I had painstakingly de-potted until 2 a.m. last night.
Bea seemed to be super impressed with how I was on the shoot but I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't worthy enough to be in her creative world - will this feeling of imposter syndrome ever end?
