I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I love makeup.
From a young, young age, I would force my cousins into makeovers with anything I could get my hands on. I only had white eyeshadow, black eyeliner and red lipstick from all of my dance recitals, so you could imagine it wasn’t the most subtle look in the world. (Sorry, Farrah.) The artistry behind the application was fascinating to me and I told myself I would master the puzzle that is dolling yourself up.
I’m approaching my 23rd birthday and I’d say I do wear a considerable amount of makeup. Foundation, eyebrows, orange concealer — the whole show. Yeah, it takes time in the morning, but we all have our routines. If I’m in a time crunch, I’ll take putting on my face over making lunch any day. Yes, that serious about it.
On special occasions, I like to take it a step further with some eye shadow and lipstick. Sometimes I’ll get the wow-you’re-wearing-a-lot-of-makeup comment, which results in me rolling my eyes so far back into my head I can see my brain. Yes, I’m aware of what I did to my face. I didn’t put it on for your entertainment, I put it on for my own.
There’s something therapeutic in the application to me. I love the feeling of doing makeup and doing it well. It’s actually fun for me and something I look forward to doing every day.
Commenting on how much makeup a person wears is something I find to be extremely inappropriate. The face you choose to present to the world is one you should like and be proud of, whether that includes makeup or not, and when someone questions it or insists you would look better another way, it’s insulting.
You’re probably thinking, “Wow, this girl must be awfully insecure if she can’t leave the house without that much makeup.” On the contrary, dear friend.
Like any confident and happy person, I enjoy looking my best. I believe how you present yourself on the outside is a direct reflection of how you feel on the inside. It’s not that I can’t stand myself without makeup because that is entirely false. I think I look perfectly fine without it. I’d just rather be wearing it.
When I’m going to work or running around town with my friends, I want to show up for the occasion. Knowing I look my best makes me act my best. When you feel secure and powerful, you do amazing things. Messy hair, a full face and a good outfit are how I get to that state of mind. Everyone’s recipe for confidence is different, their own and not one to be questioned.
So please, next time you see me with black lipstick and a visible contour, refrain from belittling all the hard work I just put into this look.