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.