PEOPLE HAVE SHARED AN ACT OF KINDNESS ! LET'S CONTINUE TO WORK TOGETHER TO SPREAD SMALL ACTS OF KINDNESS WITH ONE ANOTHER! KINDNESS ON FORWARD IS A PAY IT FORWARD PROJECT TO BUILD THE GROWTH OF BEING JUST A LITTLE KINDER TO OTHERS WE MEET AND COME ACROSS. DON'T FORGET WHEN YOU DO YOUR ACT OF KINDNESS GIVE YOUR KINDNESS CARD TO THE NEXT PERSON SO WE CAN SPREAD THE JOY! SOMETHING AS SMALL AS HOLDING THE DOOR FOR SOMEONE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
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All / New / Best Selling
All / New / Best Selling
Nouvelle's Story
Even Life Has Its Own Story...
Imagine feeling a darkness so deep it has no name yet still seeing life in color. That was me. I was born at just 1 pound, 2 ounces. The doctors told my parents I might never walk on time, that I’d need extended special care. But I did more than walk, I overcame. Still life didn’t go easy on me. I was bullied for years. My body carries scars from surgeries most people never knew I had. And then... a head-on collision with a golf cart and it rocked my world !That moment changed everything.
I suffered a traumatic brain injury that shattered the life I once knew turning a straight-A student into someone who struggled to hold onto thoughts, words, and even memories. School ? Ha! Education was my biggest struggle alongside hygiene due to my depression and copious amounts of medication. I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I felt broken. I wanted to disappear.Years later, I learned another truth I had been living with all along: I was on the spectrum. It made sense the way I felt everything so deeply, the way I masked just to survive, the exhaustion of trying to seem “normal” in a world that never made space for me.I was overwhelmed. I was lost.
I didn’t know who I was without the version of me that could overachieve, impress, and keep going.But something in me held on.
I began to create tiny, intentional rituals to feel safe in my body again. Long, quiet showers where I let the water carry my pain away. Deep breaths. And then gently rubbing the body oil I created into my skin. Not just to moisturize, but to remind myself: I’m still here. I still matter.That quiet act of care became sacred. It brought peace. It sparked joy. It helped me come home to myself.Burnished By Ardor was born in the wreckage of pain but it exists to help others rise from theirs. This is more than skincare. This is soul care.For anyone who’s ever felt broken, unseen, overwhelmed, or forgotten.
For the ones still healing. For the ones learning to love themselves again one drop, one breath, one moment at a time. It takes just that one moment at a time.