make me over

I see so many articles and blog posts and books and scripts and zines (and so on) that I read and go, “Hey, I had this idea x amount of time ago.” I think we all do that, but now I’ve decided I’m going to do two things:

1)When I have an idea I need to not be lazy. I will be better about writing the idea down and putting it up here or submitting it elsewhere.

2)When I don’t do the first option, and others get to the idea first, I’m still going to throw my two cents into the hat and enter the conversation.

Case in point – the current conversation going on around beauty and makeup. Whether you’re with fresh faced singer songwriter Alicia Keys (whose no makeup routine still reportedly takes hours and many dollars!) or with Feminist author and beauty brand ambassador Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, or somewhere in between like me, you must be aware that your face is the source of a hot debate.

To where makeup or not to wear makeup?

I could never understand why makeup was such a big deal. I have always loved it. When I was a baby I had a pretend makeup set of plastic pallets  and lipsticks that I enjoyed playing with. As an adolescent my older relatives bequeathed me their old makeup to use as play makeup, and when I had allowance I would spend it at Claire’s jewelry store, buying body glitter and purses to carry my accoutrements around in. I have always been a femme, but I don’t recall judging girls who weren’t.

In middle school I was just barely allowed to wear makeup until seventh or eighth grade when I began experimenting with neon eyeliners and temporary hair color. It was fun. Every night I would pick out my clothes (a little bit 80’s chick, a little bit evanescence goth) and makeup to go along with it. This lasted on and off throughout middle and high school, but there were many periods where I did not wear makeup at all. And I had never worn foundation.

But I knew many girls who wore foundation. One girl wore so much daily, her neck and face were different colors, and by her own admission, her pillow cases were covered in makeup. I wanted her to wear whatever she wanted, but also to feel beautiful in her own skin. And really what I want is for all people to feel beautiful in their skin.

My mother’s wedding is the first time I wore a full face of makeup, complete with airbrushed foundation and false lashes. I did feel beautiful; but I also felt wonderful when I took it all off at the end of the evening and hung out with my boyfriend in my sweat pants.

I rarely wear makeup to work. My biggest makeup fear is that it will smear all over my face and no one will tell me and I will be embarrassed when I get to a mirror or someone finally mentions it. I admit it; I get a little skittish when it comes to makeup vs no makeup as well. Articles over the years have annoyed me, titled a bit like this: “I wore NO MAKEUP for one week!!!!” The author, who is someone who would never dare to go barefaced under normal circumstances decides to go bare for a week and write about how daring it was. I also see articles saying bosses pay more money to women who wear makeup. Makeup supposedly looks more professional than a bare face.

My made up face is gorgeous. My bare face is gorgeous. My face does not determine how professional I am. No man will control my makeup. Alicia Keys and even queen Chimamanda do not control my ideas about makeup.

I love myself with and without. I hope you do too.

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Author: maryjanereads

i'm trying.

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