Just kidding.
LOL!
You do not, and no, you do not. I’m just kinda tired of reading shite like this, to be honest.
Give us a little more credit, jeeeeez.
I don’t put makeup on myself or other people because human faces are so gross that I can’t deal with them bare. I don’t spend money I don’t have on £40 lipsticks because I believe on some level that it will transfer some of Beyonce’s magic onto me, and nor should you. My own laziness – ie NOT my self-loathing – dictates how much makeup I (don’t) put on in the mornings.
I think we’re all aware that the media and the fashion and cosmetics industries are evil giants blah blah blah. I can’t speak for everyone obviously; perhaps you DO sob in the mirror every morning, applying your lipstick, heart heavy with the sheer misery of not looking like Emma Watson.
Just saying, I really like makeup and I don’t think it’s because I’m insecure. I enjoy the art of makeup, I am intrigued by the craft and the science of it too. I don’t paint Ziggy-Stardust style makeup on myself because I want to swap my face for David Bowie’s. I just really like the creative, transformative, expressive nature of it. ‘Sfun.
It’s my big-girl version of how I used to tie a towel around my neck as a cape and pretend to be a superhero (I actually had a Superwoman colouring in book as a kid, and one of the super things she did was cleaning. I’m not even kidding. Obviously this attempted brain-washing had the reverse effect.)
Anyway. Makeup. Not expensive self-harm. A creative expression, with a temporary nature. Actually, that’s my favourite thing about makeup – it comes off.
Thank fuck.
I think I look a bit like Paul Stanley here.
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