My relationship with makeup has been on and off since then. Cat eye and red lips is my go-to look, but I'm finding myself losing that panicky feeling I used to get when I left the house without eyeliner. A couple years ago I was wearing makeup to the gym, to the beach, and on every trip to the grocery store, but the older I get, the less dependent I am on what used to be my mask.
I mean really...who the fuck cares if I have a huge pimple on my nose, dark circles under my eyes, or stubby eyelashes? If you really notice any of that then I'm gonna have to ask you to take a step back and respect my personal bubble because only creepy people stand that close.
Sure, some days I look like I've stayed up for 72 hours straight, or my face has decided to display its rendition of Starry Night: Zit Addition, and yeah...sometimes the bags under my eyes are big enough to carry a week's worth of groceries. But I've stopped letting that ruin my day. Got a pimple? Wear a busy dress. Horrible dark circles? Wear a scowl and then people won't talk to you, so, win/win.
I've got weird bumps, acne scars, baby wrinkles, and a few independent eyebrows that like to strike out on their own. But that's okay.
I don't have time to worry about that shit anyway. With highs in the 100s, anything that goes on your face ends up in a puddle of sweat by the end of the day.