At 23 my morning routine for my face takes only five minutes. Wash. Moisturize. And go.Right after I had moved back home from college, I felt pressured to use make-up. I did for two days in a row. On the third I tried to go back to wash and go; problem was I didn’t like the way I looked anymore. I settled for eyeliner and lipstick for a couple of days, then stopped. I promised myself i wouldn’t become so dependent on make-up anymore and that if I ever found myself using it for more than two days in a row I would make an effort not wear it for a week, at least.
With all my peers constantly appearing “prettier” with make-up, it’s hard not to get caught up in the jumble of it all.
What making it irritating now is when i have male, and sometimes female, friends who make me aware of the fact that I am not as good looking or “can look better if.” Or even make a statement about how I should start using make up because I’m an adult now.
I don’t know who set up the standers of beauty but I’m okay being a 23 years old who still doesn’t wear make-up on the daily. It doesn’t make me any less of an adult and it sure as hell doesn’t make me any less of a woman. And when i do wear make-up for special occasions I do it for no one other than me.