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| My average look for work |
I remember being a little girl - marveling at the art & process of my mother putting on her make-up.
I thought, only real woman, a successful woman - such as my mother could put on make up the way she did...
When I hit puberty - all I could think of was the way my mother had transformed every time she put on her mascara... So everyday after school, I would sneak into her room, take out some of her make-up and practice applying mascara. At first I was quite afraid... As you might not know, putting on make-up can get quite messy! (You could loose an eye!)
I simply loved how make-up made me feel. For the first time in my life, I could actually handle what my face looked like. I could easily stare into my reflection and discover something beautiful.
When I realised that I could re-create myself through make-up, a strange obsession grew...
I no longer used make-up to look better.. I used make-up to define myself. Create myself - empower myself.
No matter how I feel... Happy, sad, content or tired, I was the same everyday... No matter the battle within.
Make-up became a large part of my life; everywhere I went, I had an eyeliner on me - either in my pocket or in my bag. I kept having the urge to feel perfect - or at least attempt at it. I felt like my face became a canvas... The colors on my lips and eyes became an exhibition for the world to see.
Only then - but only then - did I actually feel confident about something I could do.
My make-up became an obsession - an unhealthy routine that would start devouring at my natural self, a side of myself I could and still can't show to the world.
I see my eye shadows as a mood for the day, each stroke of a brush prepping me for battle in a busy day ahead...
Every line, every tear, every imperfection closed off to the world - my make-up has become my identity. If I don't wear it - I am practically naked - hence the tile of this post.
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| Make-up |
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| "Naked" |
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