War Paint

(Disclaimer: Boys can choose to ignore this post especially if they aren't into makeup. I'm not the makeup kind of person, but this is a first kind of post for me.)

Finally bought compact powder! This is a really big step for me - I'm the girl who can't even be arsed to apply moisturiser and sunblock in the morning, but now I'm trying to make a conscious effort with makeup.

Eyeliner still frustrates me because I love it so much but it's so difficult ugh. It's like a lover I've got an on/off relationship with, seriously. I love thick eyeliner, but it's such a pain to apply.

So now I'm doing the whole bases shebang with primer and BB cream (that's like liquid foundation, I think...) and now I've finally gotten myself some compact powder.

See, I can't stand the thought or look of a shiny face. I cannot abide it. So I've been looking around for loose powder, and there are so many options I'm torn between spinning around and ripping my hair out in frustration.

Shimmer? No shimmer?
Colour? Translucent? 
Loose? Compact?

It's enough to drive a girl mad, especially if she doesn't even know what she's looking at.

But long story short, SUCCESS. It was pretty costly, but I thought it was okay since I was gonna be using it everyday and all. Might as well pick a brand I knew, right?


I know there are the makeup-super-savvy who'll wail that nooooooo MAC is so not worth it you should get Urban Decay or <some other brand I can only pretend to have heard of> but I chose MAC, and I like it, and I'm sticking to this until I find my sea-legs in this disgustingly confusing ocean that is known as makeup.

Part of me knows I'm doing this in an attempt to look attractive, while another part tells me I should just give up and pray someone will walk by and somehow find himself attracted to a short nerdy girl.
Well... A girl's gotta try, no?

To me, makeup seems like war paint. You apply it, and it's a sign to the world: "You can do your worst - knock me down, fuck me over, make me feel like crap - but as long as I've got my makeup on, I've got my brave face on. And I will not let the world see how scared and vulnerable I really am because this is my war paint. This is my shield against whatever crap the world throws at me, a reminder to be brave whenever I look into the mirror."

Sure, not everyone sees makeup that way, but that's how I see it. 

Maybe I'll experiment with other gunk like blusher and concealer and bronzer (still don't understand what that's supposed to do) before finally making a brave decision to try eyeshadow in the future. That to me is the toughest part of makeup, and I'm nowhere near brave enough to try that yet.

Till then, I'm sticking to my sad little arsenal of primer and BB cream and compact powder.

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