Yes, regular old makeup. Turns out, the natural skill with which so many girls effortlessly transform themselves had evaded me completely.
So I abstained — for the most part. Happy to sport a fresh, clean look that complemented my active lifestyle, I only occasionally found myself facing the “makeup” situation — usually due to the never-gonna-happen expectations of a boyfriend.
No worries. Turns out, boyfriends are much easier to remove than waterproof mascara. But as I hung precariously at the edge of my late 20s, I found myself in more and more social situations that required a certain … je ne sais quoi?
Of course, I could have bucked expectation. In fact, I often defy convention — whether it’s splitting the check on dates (equality is as equality does) or proudly admitting that the color black is to me what pink is to most girls (not in a morbid way, it’s just so versatile!).
But the reality was dawning on me: I kind of really enjoyed that “pretty” feeling that came with wearing makeup.
It’s not like I hadn’t tried. I dabbled with foundation, but my face and neck couldn’t agree on a shade. I desperately practiced winged eyeliner, but even at its best — it was abstract art. I bought BB cream in anticipation of a first date — turns out, I’m allergic to the scent.
Through this painstaking process of “beauty roulette”, I discovered a manic passion for mascara. I realized that I loved the light scent and skin-softening properties of sesame body oil. And at this point, I’d probably give up my left foot before abandoning my hair straightener.
I’m just a grown-up tomboy, one who still arm wrestles boys, drinks bourbon and changes her own tires. But, I also bake a mean apple pie, love to snuggle and yes, occasionally play dress-up.
It’s all part of being a well-rounded, multi-dimensional human being; one who isn’t too tough — or too scared — to tackle makeup.