My fascination with makeup didn’t began until late in high school. I never really cared about rushing into wearing it. Any time I went somewhere with my mom, I remember waiting impatiently in the bathroom for her to finish “putting on her face”.
My mom was not the one to leave the house without putting on her makeup and I couldn’t understand why. I could see the difference but I thought both faces were beautiful. In my child mind, I concluded that my mother enjoyed the difference the makeup made and had now preferred it to her regular face. I had no rush to see my face completely made up because I wanted to continue enjoying my plain face.
This idea has stuck with me and I still keep makeup out of my everyday routine. At one point in my life when I worked inches away from the makeup counter, I would put on a full face of makeup. I would put on everything from lips, to eyes, and even foundation. I loved the application of it, the way it accentuated my features but something about it didn’t seem to fit with my lifestyle.
It’s rare to see me with makeup on. I only wear it when I get dressed up and even then, I only wear the minimum. Eyeliner, mascara, and some blush? I can do that but anything above that seems foreign. I used to be a huge eye shadow fan but even that seems too much now.
I still have foundations, a plethora of eye shadows, and lipsticks in my possession. I even purchased a new lip color and blush this weekend. It’s part of the reason why I decided to write this post.
I think a part of me wants to be the girl that can wield a makeup brush with the best of them. I even watch Youtube videos and marvel at the transformation that occurs on the faces of these already beautiful women. But that little girl in me, the same one that watched her mother put on makeup, still just doesn’t get it. And for now, I’ll enjoy my bare face and my occasional trips into the makeup world.