I used to love wearing my mom’s makeup. In prepubescent years, I was always getting in to her blackest black mascara and dusty rose blush. I remember standing next to her in the bathroom and hoping that I would grow up quick so I could wear makeup. Of all things, I loved to watch her put on mascara. After a stint of chemo and radiation my mom lost all of her hair; eyelashes and brows included. I remember watching her fumble around with false lashes and eventually tossing them in trash. Since she had no lashes, she now focused on her brows. I was mesmerized by her brow application. Her intricate configurations were crafted so artistically that they were transformed into symmetrical eyebrows. For my mom, an eyebrow pencil was a safety blanket, a preemptive step she took so others would see past her illness. If she was able so go grocery shopping without all eyes on her and games of 20 questions, she was happy.
I was hooked.
My love for makeup quickly dissipated as I hit puberty. Wearing make up was cool. Being cool was important, I wanted to wear make up but I didn’t know how to apply it. Everyone else wore makeup to look like they didn’t have any on. When I put it on, I looked like I was part of a traveling circus. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even dabble in eye makeup until my senior year of high school. I was rather confident in my youth but in the back of my mind I didn’t want anyone to think that I was conceited. So after brushing my teeth in the mornings I would reach for my Lip Smackers Dr. Pepper chap stick and swipe a Bonne Bell shimmer and head for the bus stop.
Jump to 2014- I’m done with cool and my hand is a bit more steady. I think it’s safe to say that I love mascara more than the average woman (probably more nostalgic than anything) and I also love bright lips. I’m pretty certain that they love me right back.
Since I have started to embrace my love for makeup I have had people offer up their “advice” about it. It wasn’t until I hosted an online Younique makeup party, I got my first real taste of makeup shaming. It’s funny how all the “we are moms, we are one” talk differs so much when one of the moms wears makeup.
“God loves you just the way you are” followed by “so why do you hide behind all that makeup?”
Yes, it is true that God loves me. I know that and I know that His love for me is unwavering. I don’t need to look good to feel His love. I feel confident when I make the makeup work for me, and not in spite of me. Just because I love makeup doesn’t mean that I don’t love me.
“I could never wear that much eye makeup, it would make me feel really fake.”
Personalities make people fake. Wearing make up doesn’t make me superficial. It also doesn’t mean I’m an unhappy person if I don’t feel most confident with a naked face.
“In my opinion, I think women look better without makeup.”
Thank you for your opinion but I don’t wear makeup to impress men. In fact, most women I know don’t either. I am married to a man who gets to see me with greasy hair and a heinous breakout as well as made up and dewy. Thankfully, he recognizes that I’m more than the makeup I wear.
“You don’t have to wear it you know.”
I am fully aware that makeup isn’t a necessity. I would never tell you that you “have” to wear it. I fully understand that some women may paint their face up every morning simply for the sake of obligation. I am not that woman.
And that leads me to my personal favorite:
“You shouldn’t need to wear makeup to feel beautiful, just sayin.”
Here’s the kicker: I don’t think I am hideous without makeup. I don’t think I’m smokin’ hot with it either. I do leave the house without makeup on. Actually, I don’t typically wear makeup on The weekends unless I have plans. However, if I’m going out to dinner or even to church, I do put the effort in. I also don’t wear makeup because that’s what I am “supposed” to do. Sometimes I want to look feminine and romantic. Sometimes I want to look like a BOSS.
All in all,everyone is entitled to their own opinion and this is mine: If you like to get your contour on, do it, but be kind. If you don’t, don’t, but be kind.
P.S. Today is Saturday; a no makeup day.