Makeup is personal. There’s no secret code, there’s no rules and there’s no rulebook. And I love it.
In society, there is a stigma surrounding men or women who choose to delve into the world of beauty. You care too much about your looks, you care too much about what others think, you’re focusing your time and energy on something un-impactful and un-important.
But why should anybody have to listen to the opinions of others when it comes to your own opinions and feelings– especially regarding something so lighthearted and artistic as makeup?
At the age of 13 I began to develop severe cystic acne. When I think of my adolescence I think of walking with my head down, refusing to look in the mirror, and being so horrifically self conscious that I would spend any and all free time alone. It wasn’t until my later high school years that I discovered the power and beauty of makeup. Due to the severity of my skin, the first product that drew me in was foundation. As soon as the liquid touched my face and smoothed over my scars, I literally felt like a new person in a new body.
I felt happier, I felt freer, and I felt my confidence grow. And that’s what it’s all about.
This new elation soon took me over, and I became increasingly obsessed with beauty products and the artistry (because it is art) of makeup.
I do not think there is anything more frustrating to me than when somebody criticizes my makeup, tells me I’m wearing too much, or tells me that I look better without any at all. Why? Because it’s nobody’s business. Contrary to popular belief, I do not spend 20 dollars on nude lipsticks for people who can’t even tell I’m wearing any. I live 5 hours away from my boyfriend, and yet I wear a full face of makeup everyday. I have nobody to impress, I have nobody to consider when I’m deciding on whether to do a smokey eye or a bold lip. That time I spend on my makeup in the morning is not for anybody but myself. And as a quick add on, my boyfriend hates when I wear makeup (he is significantly darker than me and isn’t a fan of my foundation turning everything white). But do I wear makeup when I’m with him anyway? Hell yes. Because it is my decision.
I shouldn’t have to feel self conscious about my love for the beauty industry. I shouldn’t have to feel judged for being “too shallow,” or being “too into looks.” Because I’m not. Makeup is for me and the way I feel, nobody and nothing else. And even if I were, it shouldn’t make any difference. Expression is expression, and should be cherished rather than attacked.
Am I insecure about my physical appearance? Sure I wish some things were different, but I am no more insecure than the next person. Makeup isn’t about changing your face, or changing the opinions of others. It’s about changing your own opinion of yourself.
My absolute favorite thing about pampering and products is that by spending just a few minutes on yourself each morning, you can turn something you once hated into something you love. For example, being the only member of my family without blue eyes, my brown orbs have always frustrated me. However, with a couple shadows and swipes of mascara, I learn to appreciate what I was born with. I appreciate the shape, the depth, the length of my lashes. And never would I have realized how much I appreciate my natural beauty if it weren’t for the power of makeup.
So for all the critics out there, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself. The world needs a little more artistic and personal expression out there. Makeup is not to be stigmatized, it is to be appreciated. Allow people to feel good about themselves in whatever way they choose, and never ever criticize the way somebody looks. A little kindness and understanding can go a long way and can work wonders. That’s really all it takes.