What am I going to tell my daughter about makeup?

I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I wear makeup.

I know, I know. I’ll give you a moment to pick your jaw up off the floor.

Got it? *deep breath* OK, well get ready for another clanger: I love wearing makeup.

 

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Sorry, that was probably a little cruel of me to drop two massive bombs like that on you in such a short space of time, but it had to be said.

I know what you’re probably thinking right now: Well, colour me fucking shocked. But it’s true. All of it.

Look, of course I know I don’t NEED to wear makeup. I also don’t need to colour my hair or have a Gucci bag, and yet I do. And do you know why? Because it makes me feel good.

END OF.

Now, before you start off on that ‘inner beauty’ lecture, check yourself. I get that beauty should come from within but life is not black and white. I reckon you can have both things – and if wearing a slick of red lipstick makes me happy then I’m going to do it.

 

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Note: As ADORABLE as this little girl is she’s not my G!

On a side note, I sometimes wonder if the au natural warriors are aware of the hypocrisy of the rhetoric they spew when talking about makeup: ‘”Who cares what you look like?” “People should judge you on your INSIDE!”

Yes, I agree. But if you really thought that what would it matter what I wear on my face? Shouldn’t you still judge me the same? Confusing.

Another favourite snarky remark came from a woman I worked with who made a big hoo-ha about needing concealer.

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“Here,” I said. “I have foundation as well if you need it.”

She laughed. “Umm, nooo thanks. I’m happy with the way my face looks”.

Yeah. OK. Amazing. Am I supposed to be offended? Am I just being too sensitive? We’ll never know and most importantly, who gives a shit.

Now, as G grows, I am starting to see her personality blossom and have been given rare glimpses into the lady she is slowly turning into. And it’s good. It’s beautiful.

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One thing I’ve noticed is that she’s a girly-girl. She likes frills, she likes pink, she likes it when I massage her feet and pretend to put perfume on her. She also loves to sit with me while I put my makeup on and pretends to put it on herself.

That said, I have no intention of allowing her to actually wear any *real* makeup until she hits her teens, and even then it will be sparse – gloss, tinted moisturiser, etc.

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What I wonder is how I will navigate the situation. How do I tell her not to do something that I already do? Then again, I guess it’s the same as drinking wine or coffee… is it?

Perhaps making a thing of the situation will only exemplify it. Perhaps all I need to say is ‘Makeup is for adults – like wine and coffee. I don’t care if your friend is wearing it, you can’t. Not yet.’

Maybe it will be just that easy.