Growing up the daughter of a tomboy and the sister of two boys, it was clear that being an easy, breezy, beautiful Cover Girl was not something pushed on me. My mother likely still owns that same pink and green bottle of mascara (I Googled for clarification as I once used eye shadow on someone’s cheeks in theater), and she only wore it on insanely special occasions. The same went with any other ancient makeup relics found in her bathroom. When I started to get around the age girls start asking their parents to buy them this and that in the cosmetics department, I never felt like I needed to. Deep down maybe I thought it’d only make me look like Wesley Snipes in Too Wong Fu. Really though, I just didn’t care to spend all that time, energy and money on painting myself up every day – and it’s all thanks to my mom pointing out that boys don’t do that shit, so why do women have to? Point taken mom, point taken.
Do you know how many times I’ve passed a pimple ridden teen boy walking with a beauty on his arm…her face plastered with a whole Sephora, his au natural? One too many. Of course this is because society has led us to believe in women being completely free of any sort of physical imperfections and boys, well they can look like Donald Trump and still land a hot wife. I mean, he does have a shit ton of money – but you get my point. So in the back of my mind, I was taking a stance at the ripe age of 12 or 13 and by not buying into the propaganda the makeup and acne commercials pimped. I was fine the way I was and if a pimple came along, I could get some cream and it’d be okay sooner than later. It wasn’t something I was going to spend my day agonizing over.
Truth be told though, I didn’t really have too many zits until I was a senior. Stress brought on by social problems and the idea of moving away to college likely fucked up some hormones and those emotions decided to set up residence on my face, but again – it was never too bad. Even today, I get told I have nice skin. I don’t see it, but thank you random strangers and whatnot. I believe it’s because I rarely put foreign ideas on in the first place. I may not eat organic or live a New Age lifestyle, but when it comes to beauty, I’m a hippy through and through. If my hair wasn’t extremely curly, I’d likely only rely on water.
Back to the acne front though. My mom instilled in me the idea that women don’t have to pile on makeup if they don’t want to because look at dudes, they don’t and they do just fine. Because of that I’ve managed to save a lot of time and money over the years and honestly, I don’t think I’d be able to apply it if I tried. I’m uncoordinated and would likely end up looking like the rookies on Drag Race who can’t blend. Uh, that line between the face and neck that makes your face look like a mask…No bueano. I don’t even wear the stuff and I recognize that crime. Wrapping this up, on a personal level, makeup is a waste and I truly believe that no one needs it on a regular basis.