My personal makeup journey
I’ve been reading a lot of articles lately about men nitpicking women’s clothing, makeup, and style choices, and I’m just getting really aggravated about the whole thing. Why would it bother anyone else what you choose to put, or not put, on your body?
Middle school was rough for me (as I’m sure it was for pretty much everyone else). My general outlook on the world was influenced by a combination of hating everyone, and simultaneously wanting everyone to like me. I was going through an uncomfortable phase of thinking I was punk rock (?) and basically wanting to go into Hot Topic and roll around on the floor in there. I wore baggy sweatshirts, mostly black, a Green Day dog tag from Claire’s, and no makeup.
My reasoning behind not wearing any makeup was simply the fact that I didn’t want to. I was too busy listening to Fall Out Boy and Panic! at the Disco and wandering aimlessly around town with my friends to care about makeup. Also, only the popular girls wore makeup, and they were mean and made fun of my friends and me, so why would I want to do anything like them?
This greatly upset my mother. We are really close now, but 13-14 was not a good time for us. We fought constantly about pretty much everything, but my refusal to wear makeup was a real thorn in my mom’s side. I remember an argument in the car where she yelled at me for not letting her teach me how to put it on, and how that wasn’t fair to her. She got desperate finally, and told me that boys like girls who wear makeup. That made me really angry because, although I couldn’t really articulate it at the time, I could not wrap my head around the idea of doing something just to make a boy like me.
My dad was really sick of listening to us fight, so he sat me down in the kitchen one evening, and gently tried to explain to me why my mom was so upset. But I was 14 and I didn’t care. I did not want to wear makeup, and I did not want to be yelled at for a personal choice.
I decided, on my own, that I wanted to wear makeup sometime during my sophomore year of high school. I was not very good at putting it on and it felt like a chore, so it was pretty rough for a while. But doing stage makeup for the high school shows taught me how to put it on correctly and which colors I liked.
I don’t wear a lot of makeup. I put a little powder/foundation on my face and I like to play up my eyes because they’re my favorite feature. I wear purple glitter eyeshadow because it’s awesome and I feel like it. I’ve gotten a lot of comments and compliments on it from everyone from slightly confused small children to the very enthusiastic receptionist at the place I got my senior portraits taken.
Over the summer, I interned at a children’s theatre company. A bunch of the little girls loved my purple eyeshadow and asked me questions about it like “how long does it take to put on” and “is purple my favorite color?” I was taking a few of the kids outside to play one day, and one of them asked me point blank why I wore makeup, and I just told him I wore it because it was fun.
So, very long story short: People wear things because they like them and it’s fun. Life is short and stupid a lot of the time. If a certain item of clothing, color of makeup, or whatever makes someone happy, let them be happy. If they are happier not wearing makeup or whatever, let them be happy. It has no direct effect on you. Go enjoy your own happiness and stop worrying about everyone else.