I’ve seen a few people recently write posts about why they are wearing make-up and so I thought I would join in the trend.
I’ve always been a bit of a latecomer when it comes to things like that. It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I even became remotely interested in make-up and then it wasn’t anything to do with wanting to impress people. Instead, I just started playing around and found I was having fun with it. Of course, I was awful. Colours too bold, things not blended properly and I still to this day can’t apply eyeliner. But I was enjoying myself so much it went from there.
Now, I think I know my style. I say think because you never know what is around the corner. I’m definitely a neutral girl, wearing soft nudes/greys when it comes to eyeshadow and using The Body Shop’s Shimmer Waves instead of blusher. I have a pale complexion so I’m terrified of getting something too strong and looking like an idiot.
I’m not the type of girl who won’t go out without her “face” on. But over the last year and a bit, I have had the misfortune of being ill. It has been one thing after the other and things aren’t clearing up and another problem has landed on top of it. I don’t sleep well at the best of times and all this added onto the final year of university means it is showing.
So make-up for me is confidence. It’s about putting some colour back in my cheeks and concealing the bags under my eyes. It’s about taking that little bit of extra time to pull myself together, to be able to look in the mirror and not instantly think “oh my god,” at the reflection looking back at me. I find for days that I want to get lots of work done, taking that time to get myself made up in the morning helps me prepare – I feel like I’m ready to face the day just as putting on slightly nicer clothes can make you feel better about yourself.
Make-up is my way of facing the world when I feel like the world has been fighting back for too long. It stops people from knowing that I’m ill and it makes me feel like I can walk out there knowing I look okay.
But at the end of the day, it is something I enjoy doing. I only do it for me, no one else. I’m not trying to live up to any stereotype and I’m certainly not trying to draw attention to myself. It’s just my way of saying that I’m facing each day head on and it doesn’t matter what the world is going to throw at me, my mask is going to be in place and I’m going to hold my head high and throw myself back.
Maybe that is going a bit extreme, who knows. But while I feel even the slightest bit like that, I will continue using make-up.