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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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.