My Cosmetics 101.
January 15, 2008In my room this afternoon, I sat on my vanity. I watched myself on the mirror for less than a minute, and after staring at my face, I came to a realization that maybe it’s about time for me to learn wearing these commercialized colorful too-many-to-mention-chemicals, that vain girls rather call make-up.
I am turning 22 within a month, and the sad truth is… at this age, I don’t own any dashing make-up. Well, except for the basics—which by the way you might not consider make-up at all—like cheap loose powder, cheap blush on, and small cheap petroleum jelly (as lip balm). Anyway, given my poor situation, I sneaked in my parents’ room and checked my mother’s cosmetics box. Found a light brown concealer, a not-so-red red lipstick, and a palette of that eyelid thingy, which has six different shades of blue and six different shades of violet (exactly the shades that work well with my skin color; that is, according to the make-up artist I worked with at my grad pictorial.)
I came back in my room and began the application of commercialized colorful too-many-to-mention-chemicals. After several minutes of trying to create an art on my own face, I was displeased with the outcome. I looked visually repulsive. I felt visually repulsive. But, it’s totally fine with me. It was just apparent that I absolutely have no talent on it, and it didn’t make me hate myself for that. Besides, it’s not in my interest to wear cosmetics since I’m not the girly type; I’m more of the wash-and-wear kind of lady. I just wanted to know, out of curiosity, what I will look like if I toy my face with different colors. And now that I do, cosmetics 101 for myself shall be "if you don’t want to scare people, better stick with the cheap basic ones you’ve got."
