My friend Isabella and I went to a rockconcert last weekend. We were dressed to kill, feeling good and happy to be in each other's company for this night on the town. In a nutshell, we felt like rockstars ourselves.
That facade totally disappeared when we sat down at the downstairs bar for a drink, and Isabella suddenly asked 'You look great tonight. What's your secret?'. It was my make up. I had taken the time to do it right. Next question 'So who taught you how to use make up in the first place?'.
That was the end of rockstar night. We talked about using mascara for the first time in our early teens, exchanged our secret make up tricks and generally just giggled a lot, delighted to talk about moisturizer, cleanser, eyebrowpencils and red lipstick.
What we didn't discuss is why we use make up. I've been thinking about it for the last couple of days. This is what I finally had to admit to myself:
There is no. way. in. hell. I will stop wearing make up, not until every last other female on this earth does so.
Just the bare essentials (some foundation, mascara and preferably eyeliner for me, just a lot of mascara for Isabella) is what I need to feel like I don't look like I'm Amish, to look well groomed and awake, to look like a woman and - last but not least - to avoid being called a naked butt-face by my lovely boyfriend.
That facade totally disappeared when we sat down at the downstairs bar for a drink, and Isabella suddenly asked 'You look great tonight. What's your secret?'. It was my make up. I had taken the time to do it right. Next question 'So who taught you how to use make up in the first place?'.
That was the end of rockstar night. We talked about using mascara for the first time in our early teens, exchanged our secret make up tricks and generally just giggled a lot, delighted to talk about moisturizer, cleanser, eyebrowpencils and red lipstick.
What we didn't discuss is why we use make up. I've been thinking about it for the last couple of days. This is what I finally had to admit to myself:
There is no. way. in. hell. I will stop wearing make up, not until every last other female on this earth does so.
Just the bare essentials (some foundation, mascara and preferably eyeliner for me, just a lot of mascara for Isabella) is what I need to feel like I don't look like I'm Amish, to look well groomed and awake, to look like a woman and - last but not least - to avoid being called a naked butt-face by my lovely boyfriend.
