Hey my darling lovelies! I do hope that all of you are doing well.
Lately, I have been seeing a lot of this “power of make-up” stuff going around. Videos have been pouring out through the YouTube of it and I wanted to give my input in the best way I know how and lets not speak of my obsession with YouTubes. No. Just no.
The Power of Make-up is when people pretty much show you the before and after. And their reasoning behind why they wear make up (or the why nots.) I have seen some interesting transformations, but I have also seen most people saying some OFF things about wearing it.
For instance, one girl said that it is “taboo” to wear make up.
Say what now? Taboo? I guess that is why there are no openly make up companies in the world. *cough cough* I guess there is some underground make-up railroad somewhere.
So, I am going to explain “MY” experiences with make up.
A few years ago, I was in this group that worked with women that had just gotten out of jail. (I will explain the WHYS of that in the next blog!) The group most dealt with people that were on drugs or alcohol, hence why I am not a part of it anymore. I can honestly say that I do not do either so… Yeah. Didn’t meet the criteria.
What they did was quite lovely. They helped teach women skills, boost confidence and assisted them with learning how to be dependent on themselves instead of drugs/alcohol.
One day, they talked about how make-up can motivate.
While I agreed that it could, I never wore it. I didn’t know how to apply it or anything. Not only that, I didn’t need to wear foundation, blush or any of that foolishness. My skin is pretty awesome, not to brag or anything.
During this meeting, the woman running it looked directly at me and said, “You know you would be so much prettier WITH make up.”
Say what? Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.
She goes on to explain that I will not be chosen for a job, or for really anything BECAUSE I would be looked over since I didn’t wear it.
“Um…. I’m disabled. I can’t work, I can’t get a job.”
I could remember going home from that meeting and feeling exceptionally sorry for myself. I scoured the webs for how-to’s, how-three’s. I didn’t even OWN make-up.
I went out that night and picked up my first eyeshadow at the Dollar Tree. Y’all, I’m broke so no Sephora for ol’ Lil here. I also found a dark red lipstick.
I went into the next meeting with a purple “smokey eye” and that lipstick ON POINT. I also went in with a mohawk and a grin the size of Mexico. And right in front of them, I said, “Yeah, I look damn good in make-up but it doesn’t mean anything. I am still me, perfect.”
Now why am I telling you this story?
Because make-up doesn’t mean shit when it comes to your happiness. If people can only accept you for wearing it and being flawless then they don’t deserve you. Period. Don’t you ever think that you can’t walk out the door without it. Don’t ever think that you aren’t beautiful. YOU ARE.
That make-up means little.
What matters is that YOU are happy being YOU. Not who you are in a bottle. Wear it if it makes YOU happy, don’t wear it if it makes YOU happy.
The only thing that matters is that you are able to look at yourself NO MATTER WHAT and you can LOVE yourself unconditionally.
You deserve that.
PS. Now that I am thinking about this. I wear make up every day now. Not to impress anyone, but to shock them mostly. Being that I am goth, it makes me smile to be exceptionally nice to people and seeing their response to WHO it is. I want to get that response to show that NOT ALL THAT ARE DIFFERENT ARE BAD. We are all wonderful.
And yes, you can see videos of me on YouTube that is without the gear and “facepaint.”