It's funny how we assume beauty is in cosmetics. Smother your skin in foundation to even tone, brush with powder and add blusher, draw along eyes and sweep lashes with mascara to emphisise the windows to your soul and finally paint lips. Even when trying to achieve a "natural" look you must use some products. Only once made up can you allow to be seen by other people.
Make-up is tedious. I lack the skills (for not practicing) of application and I don't want to increase the impurities on my skin that when mate give birth to pimples (I have enough) and also I don't see the point.
What does make up do?
I sweat it off if I'm dancing. I need sunscreen during the day instead. It's a mess if I start crying at a funeral.
The few times I have actually painted my face no one noticed the "big" difference and proclaimed me beautiful.
In the past women who were made up were trashy, trollops and tarts. Back when my grandmother was a maid her father never allowed her to wear war paint. She had boyfriends. So even without evening out her skin tone or emphasising her eyes she attracted attention.
What is so wrong with showing your face in all of its natural imperfection? It's you. Do you expect someone to accept you if they can never see past the flirty facade? And how do you accept yourself?
Even as society accepts more, we seem intent on rejecting anything not altered. Hair must be a different colour and ironed flat, skin must be painted, tanned or injected with botox, piercings, tats, gym memberships and diets and legs, underarms and inside knickers must be clean of hair.
How does any of that make me a better person?