I love makeup. I love sparkly eyeshadow and dewey foundation and balm that makes my lips shine. I love covering up my chin breakouts and combing my brows into thicker, fluffier versions of themselves. I won’t say that I need makeup– I’m more than happy to leave the house in the morning fresh-faced and moisturized with nothing on my skin but some sunscreen– but I will say that I really, really enjoy it.
It’s taken a long time to get to the point in my life where I can both appreciate makeup and not have to rely on it to feel presentable to the outside world. Yes, I still break out at the ripe old age of twenty-six. Yes, I have dark circles under my eyes from time to time. Yes, I have a sprinkling of freckles all over my face that makes it impossible for me to ever achieve the clear complexion I’ve grown up admiring in magazines. No, none of this means I need to devote the time every morning to covering up my imperfections.
Makeup isn’t necessary, but it’s fun. If anything, it provides a nice little boost of confidence here and there when you really need it. If I want to get dressed up to go out, I can have thicker, longer eyelashes and perfectly pink pouty lips. I can still be myself, but with my best features accentuated.
Glossier is one of my favorite beauty brands and the first round of products that helped me to realize that I didn’t need to be covering up so much of my face. Boy Brow set my already thick brows in place. Perfecting Skin Tint covered some of the redness in my cheeks without masking my freckles. Stretch Concealer covered my dark circles just enough to look natural and dewey on my skin.
From there, I transitioned into using Nars Tinted Moisturizer for the daily SPF and a super light coverage. I even started playing with blush here and there, which I’d been so afraid to use on top of my naturally rosy cheeks. My makeup collection became more about comfortable, easy makeup and experimenting with new looks rather than trying desperately to cover up my flaws.
Sometimes, I think back to the fifteen-year-old me who didn’t feel comfortable in her skin and refused to leave for school until she had on cakey foundation, too much eyeliner and clumpy mascara. I wonder what she’d think of me now, imperfect skin and all, going out to take on the day. I think she’d be proud.