Latina beauty secrets I should really start using

Growing up in Michigan... When it comes to style, Midwestern women (of which I am one) often tend to favor functionality over fanciness and comfort over cute. Growing up in Michigan, I wore my fair share of sweatpants. I had more than a few bad (yet practical) haircuts. I shunned make-up as unnatural and fashion as superficial. My beauty regimen consisted of keeping my bob no longer than my chin and finding the right flavor of Chapstick.

It has taken village of Latin women giving me both subtle hints and scathing criticism to help me come into my own femininity and for that I am eternally grateful. Here are some of the best beauty tips I have acquired as a gringa in a Latin world.

Don't be cheap

There are certain things that God might give you - great boobs, nice skin, pretty eyes - but sometimes you have to pay for the cute. OJO! I am not advocating plastic surgery. I'm talking about those little details you can address if you're willing to shell out some cash.

Here are a few examples: Do remove your unsightly moles. It's not that expensive. Just do it. Also, laser hair removal is a good investment, especially if the hair in question is on your face. You can find deals on Groupon, or so I hear...

Getting a bikini wax regularly is also money well spent. If you don't know how to apply make-up, hire a pro. I've been to events where it looks like everyone has their own glam squad, so investing in someone who knows how to make a proper smoky eye is so worth it.

If it wouldn't look good with a pair of heels, wear something else

This is a direct reaction to the American tendency of being overly casual. It's not necessary to put on a party dress to go to the supermarket, but those nice clothes in your closet should be worn. Stop waiting for special occasions to look your best.

I learned that lesson when my daughter started school. I work from home, so most of the time I am wearing what I call "transition wear" - not quite clothes, yet something like pajamas. Generally it involves yoga sweats and an old tank top. But when 1:30 p.m. rolls around, I upgrade to my mommy uniform - well-fitting jeans, cute top and flats. Why? Because you should see what these other moms at my kid's school, which is 86% Hispanic, wear to pick up their kids. I refuse to be the frumpy gringa in this sea of sassiness.