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My parents were born and raised in Gujarat, a small state in India. In the early '80s, they immigrated to England and then to Canada, and they wanted me to have a sense of what life was like for them before that. I was able to see for myself the importance my family places on beauty rituals when visiting tiny towns and villages in the area. Watching the ladies of all ages from young girls to elderly women oiling and massaging their hair was a fascinating experience. In order to relax, soften, smooth, or brighten the skin, I witnessed aunts mix homemade concoctions of milk and honey or rosewater and turmeric. First time I was around by women who seemed to recognize the deeper sense of beauty I hadn't experienced before, I felt lovely with a bare face. Pressure to conform to the glamour and glamor of cities like Mumbai faded away in favor of fostering the family unit and, as a result, internal beauty.