Thursday, August 7, 2008

You, as seen from behind all that mascara.

Growing up, I always had something of a vendetta against makeup. Besides the fact that I still fail to properly apply lipstick, I also felt that the donning of cosmetics was along the lines of cheating. If a boy was crushing on me, I wanted him to fall for my sleepy eyes, not the dark mascaraed lashes that framed them. And how horrible, I'd always thought, if I dyed my hair a different color, and got tons of compliments. I've always considered my appearance to be along the lines of plain, and I have been proud of it. It's the face and the hair that I was blessed with. So au naturale I remained.

My point of view has since changed. I've learned that to be my best self, I need to look the part. And there's nothing like a bit of coral lip gloss to help that happen. I buy quality makeup and wear it in moderation - swipe of mascara, some cheek stain, highlighter, and touch of foundation. Not every day- I save it for occasions where I want to wow. Much less for the mall, a little bit more for a party. And I feel fabulous. It's realizing that sometimes your personality doesn't match your natural appearance, that you decide to make a change. Light brown hair with highlights, while gorgeous, I found didn't suit me, so I dyed it chic dark brown. Dewey cheeks are a lot more me than the natural matte we are all born with, and so I softly blush it up. And while simply following Audrey Hepburn's style tips (see earlier post) is always your best best, I want to know - Darling readers, what steps do you take to let your personality glow from within?

3 comments:

philologia said...

Hello, future roommate!
I think our God-given looks are prettiest, but I do like accentuating those gifts. A little brown eyeliner, something on my lips, occasionally blush, and--if I'm feeling ambitious--maybe some foundation to smoothe out my skin without covering my freckles. I'll never be a supermodel, but I'm happy with the way I look. I resemble my mother, whom I love and respect, and that makes me happy.

I use makeup because it's fun for me. It's a treat, an easy-to-fix experiment. (Note to self: That yellow eyeshadow makes me look jaundiced. Do not repeat.) When I turned 15, my treat to myself was to dye my bangs bright red. When I lost my Burt's Bees last winter, I used Mary Kay lipstick instead. When I just want a reason to smile, I use a touch of natural gloss.
But what I remember most was last spring, when my weekend was so awful I refused to face Monday without something to look forward to. I set out shocking red lipstick with lightly smoky eyes, and put it on the next morning with a pretty skirt and my zebra-print ballet flats. It didn't make it all better, but that and the swing dance lessons sure helped!

But most days I don't wear any makeup, because it's not worth it to me. I have a guy who's seen me in half-worn-off stage makeup, with food on my face, covered in sawdust and smelling like horse manure, and in the second-prettiest dress I own. And he looks at me the same way every single day. No matter what I actually look like, the person I see reflected in his eyes is beautiful. I've been wearing less makeup since I met him because I've been happier with myself. I feel more like myself around him, with or without makeup. And there's this little thing about lipstick...it looks better on me than on him.
B.

Billy said...

B-

You have no idea how excited I am to be rooming with you!
You are so genuine and sweet. And gorgeous, if I say so myself!

philologia said...

I'm looking forward to rooming with you and the others, too! It will be splendid. We've got four Beauties; I bet we won't have any trouble making friends with the other Belles, not to mention those dashing Beasts.
Thanks for the compliments, m'dear. You've put a great big smile on this face of mine--and a smile is the best cosmetic of all, don't you think?