12 Apr Going bare: My no makeup face
I love makeup. I can talk about it for long periods of time. Sometimes, I use it to start a conversation with someone I have just met. I enjoy putting it on but most of all, I enjoy seeing other women discover more to their beauty when they learn how to apply it properly.
I don’t remember how old I was when I first got a hold of my own makeup–maybe 11 or 12 years old–but I clearly remember how. My mom dropped by an Avon outlet to buy a few things for herself while we were at the mall. There was a line for teenagers, mostly face powders and lip glosses, and she let me pick something out for myself. I got a strawberry flavored lip gloss and wore it on weekends, because I wasn’t allowed to in school. I felt like a lady, all four feet and something inches of me.
I graduated into entry-level lipsticks, and my favorite was Bonne Bell’s Lip Lix (`90s girls, holla!). My friends and I collected it like it was gold. (I remember having A Surebet and Rantin n Raisin, such `90s spelling!)
Image borrowed via Pinterest
Now that I look back at how my little “love affair” started, I realize it’s reflective of my first major influence in beauty (Hi Mom!) and today’s habits (power lip galore).
But in spite of my eighteen years of “slavery”, and counting, I can actually do without makeup. I look forward to putting it on and trying new looks and discovering new brands and products, but I still enjoy bare-faced days more. And at the end of a very long day, I feel most myself after a warm bath, stripped of my favorite brow products, mascara, and lipstick.
I’ve come to learn that beauty is neither put on nor drawn from within, but bestowed. When I understood that I was loved by God at my worst, my insecurities became trivial. And that’s why even if eyebrow makeup and mascara are my cosmetic “security blankets”, I can (gulp!) publish a no makeup photo of myself. Because I am loved. And so are you.
A young girl’s rephrase of my favorite verse which went viral. How then can I call myself undesired? Photo borrowed from aprilfullersasser.wordpress.com.