8th grade Dance |
Freshman year at MND 1997 pre-braces |
Sophomore Year |
Junior Year |
Senior Year |
It was mid fall semester, I made the leisurely walk from my class to the book store to grab a snack and use the little girl's room. My make-up was applied heavily as normal and I was dressed in a pink tri-colored 3qtr length top ( it went from dark pink, medium pink to, light pink) and jeans. That morning I coated my eyelids in the thickest brightest pink eye-shadow I had, as to compliment my top. I often liked to frequent this particular bookstore because it was in the middle of campus and there were usually a lot of guys around. I would coyly snack there and pretend to do homework on my break while a variety of guys would make their way past. Most of them came up and spoke others just admired either way my stomach and ego were full. Once the awkward stage in my life had pasted and I decided that I was pretty I also quickly decided I liked when it was acknowledged.
As me, my 36C breast and my pocket full of sunshine bounced confidently towards the bookstore I heard "Hey GIRL!", yes the cliche' cat call that has been shouted at every woman through out time. I expectantly turned my head and thought "Oh another compliment? Story of my life! Then I heard "Why you got all that DAMN make-up on , all that ain't even necessary!", the random asshole shouted! As you can imagine I was mortified and quickly made my way the other 35 feet to the bookstore down the stairs and into the bathroom. "Ughhh!" I threw down my back pack grabbed some paper towels and, started to wipe my face. I was as salty as my sabotaged Lip Smackers but hurt overall. As customary I had felt predominately good about my look that day. While I was one to disregard my friends cosmetic critiques the one from this random asshole stung so badly that I had removed a whole half layer of my make-up with a rough UC paper towel. I stopped "What the fuck" was I doing ?! My thoughts instantly flashed back to that morning I considered the way I felt as I applied my third coat of mascara and slathered my lips in a shiny layer of clear gloss. I thought I looked good! "Exactly!" I mean this guy didn't even know me but I knew me and I knew that if this was anyone else I would be telling him to go take a flying leap. At that moment in the bookstore bathroom I decided that I would never let anyone make me feel insecure about the way I looked or felt again. Needless to say I skipped my snack and ego parade that day. Sticks and stones didn't break my bones but the words kinda bruised my psyche. I continued my higher education at UC until Spring of 02 and then I quit. I had decided that while college had done wonders for my social life I liked making money more . So I continued my journey in retail to gratify my love of money and clothes.
Now lets shoot ahead to now 2011 whether you've known me for a while or are just meeting me it would be fair for you to say that me and make up are still quite fond of one another. I have also learned that when it comes to make up sometimes less is more.
You can imagine how disconcerting it is for me to hear people (honestly its mostly guys) say that wearing make up makes you insecure. "INSECURE!", wow Really?? Immediately I'm defensive and offended. I'm confident enough to admit that I am not perfect but I don't wear make-up to hide some underlying insecurity. Looking good and feeling good are synonymous there are many ways that people go about achieving this emotional tandem. If throwing a little rouge on is one of the so be it. Hey!! Some guys get pineal implants, toupees, and take Viagra. Let me tell you I would be a lot less ashamed to have a little lipstick on my teeth or have my fake eyelash fall off than to deal with the awkward stare and silence from my girlfriend after I scramble for my toupee after a swift fall breeze blows it across the park. There is just no way to recover from that. We are all judgmental ( Why, Why ? I tell you it's just Human Nature) but, it's another thing to shit on someone's sunshine. We can't just tell people how they should feel about themselves.
Make-up to me is like a microphone it only enhances what you already have. Life is what you make of it my life is a stage every time that curtain opens I am facial prepared. As I make my way through life with make-up I would love nothing less than to not be judged by someone who I don't even know. I strongly believe that the people that know you least typically have the most to say about any and everything. So as you make your way through life and you come across a character with a quirk that you may not fancy for yourself take a second to admire the quality that is unique to them. Stifle your urge to make a back-handed compliment or to give them a side ways look with a smirk because chances are if they didn't ask you they probably don't care what you think.