Alright guys, settle down. This might be a long one, because I’m talkative and I love talking about myself, so we might be here a while.
Just kidding! (I hope.)
I don’t want to speak for girls everywhere, but much like a lot of other people, when I was around 13, I was intrigued by makeup. I hadn’t grown up watching my mom put on makeup and wanting to wear it just like her, both because my mom never wore much makeup and because I had better things to do (in my little self’s opinion).
I remember attempting to wear makeup a few times. One time, I borrowed some navy blue eyeliner my mom had and lined my eyes with it. I remember lining my waterline and looking in the mirror and liking what I saw. And another (horribly embarrassing time), I remember using a vaguely nude colored shimmery eyeshadow to use as powder instead of just on my eyes (I know, I’m cringing just thinking about it!). When I came downstairs, my mom took one look at my face and sent me upstairs to take it off.
Nevertheless, other than these two ventures, as well as a few others here and there I don’t exactly remember, I was never much into makeup. I remember my classmates in seventh grade, putting on foundation and powder in the locker room after gym. (I also remember one classmate wearing foundation that was way too dark for her and not blending it properly. I know.)
I don’t know how I came to think of makeup like this, but I remember hearing friends, cousins and grown ups saying that they couldn’t go anywhere without wearing makeup, that they looked terrible without it and couldn’t be seen like that. I remember thinking that I never wanted to feel like that about myself, that I wanted to love my face with makeup and without it.
Because of this, I didn’t bother to wear makeup for a really long time, and when I did, it was very minimal amounts. Of course, this is part of the reason why I still can’t do my eyeliner right and why I struggle to do my foundation sometimes.
In 2013, my friend moved down to Florida and was staying with me while she looked for an apartment, and she brought her extensive makeup collection with her. I would ask her to do my hair and makeup sometimes when we were going out to dinner and she would, and between that and watching her daily routine, I started getting more and more into makeup.
She introduced me to birchbox and ipsy, and I ended up signing up for both, which led to me starting to wear makeup more and want to learn more about it. It’s been a process between 2013 and now, but by now I would consider myself a full-fledged makeup addict.
Why did it take until 2013? Because that was when I finally felt I could wear makeup whenever I wanted, and not because I felt like I needed it. It was a long journey for me to fully accept myself the way that I look, but once I finally did, makeup no longer felt like something people used to hide their flaws, and I realized it was an art, a hobby, and a way for people to enhance their best features.
But here’s the thing: I’m not trying to say that everyone should see makeup the way I do, because that’s not at all the case. This is simply my opinion and I will fully respect yours if you disagree with me. If you wear makeup because you feel like you need it, it’s not my place to judge or criticize. If you’ve been wearing makeup every day for five years, or wear no makeup at all, that’s fine!
I’m all about people doing whatever the fuck they want with their life and their bodies, as long as it’s not harmful to them or anyone around them. I just wanted to share my story with you, and I hope to hear from you about your journey with makeup.
Let me know in the comments and thanks for reading!