I missed Friday night blog night
because I was finishing off my International Wildlife Law Seminar reading which
seems to be never ending. Anyway, recent encounters have inspired tonight’s
blog post.
If you’ve read my blog before, you’ll
know that I’ve experienced issues with bullying. Once that stopped, I still
maintained a slight feeling of hate towards my appearance and it wasn’t until
my second year at university that I can truly say I fell in love with myself
again. I’ve learnt to love my flaws because they make me unique. I still have
some insecurities and I don’t for one second think I’m perfect, that’s an
unrealistic opinion of anyone, perfection is an unattainable concept.
Like most girls these days, I watch
make up tutorials on Youtube, learning about make up, what works and what
doesn’t. I started experimenting and now, I know how to contour, strobe and
bake my face and I take pride in the fact that I use one of these techniques
every single day to apply make up. For me, this is a huge change because
throughout my first year of university, the only make up I wore was BB cream
and sometimes eyeliner on nights out. The first lipstick I purchased was in my
first year at University and has been my signature red lipstick ever since. At
that point in my life, I didn’t feel like I wanted to wear make up, I wasn’t
one to sit in front of the mirror for hours. I was definitely more in love with
my hair at that point so I would spent hours trying to braid my hair or
watching youtube tutorials to find hairstyles for weddings.
My change in attitude towards make up was
fuelled by the end of my relationship with the person I thought was the love of
my life because that moment in my life signified the start of my relationship
with myself. After the break up, one of my nearest and dearest friends said to
me ‘Go home, sit in your room for hours and put make up on, mess around with
your eyeliner and make yourself feel good!’ That was possibly one of the
greatest pieces of advice I have ever got. I did go home and do that, and that
pushed me to where I am today.
A couple of days ago, I was having a
conversation with a friend about all the expensive make up products I want like
the Anastasia Beverly Hills highlight and contour kit, the artis brush sets,
the Kylie Lip Kit and Louboutin lipstick. She didn’t seem to understand why I
wanted all of these things and that is fair enough because it was just a few
years ago that I told her I didn’t understand why she always wore make up, even
in the evening after a shower. To me, make up is an art. Anyone who knows how
to contour, how to strobe or how to bake, has mastered an art and just like a
conventional artist, its not just any product that will get the result you
want.
As I scrolled through instagram, I
showed my friend videos of people contouring and her response was ‘I don’t like
that amount of make up, its as though they’re putting on a mask.’ First and
foremost, the comment cut deep because I couldn’t help but think that was what
she thought when I wore the amount of make up I do. Secondly, I did not, for
one second, agree with what she was saying. You see, I don’t use make up as a
mask, I’m comfortable in my own skin. I will leave my house with not an ounce
of make up on, I just enjoy it. I enjoy taking 45 minutes out of my morning to
contour my face. I enjoy waiting 10 minutes for my make up to set when I’m
baking my face, I enjoy the result of a sparkling face when I’ve finished
strobing. I also know it looks good, but that doesn’t mean that I put on make
up to mask my bare face because I don’t like the way I look without make up.
I’ll happily post a ‘no make up selfie’ and let the world see what I look like
with make up. I don’t care what people think of my bareface because I love it,
it is ME!
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| My 'No make up selfie' |
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| Most days I do the full contour + baking |
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| Some days I do softer make up, no baking, just contour and highlight |
All love xoxo



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