This story begins with a girl who wouldn’t leave the house without makeup on. That girl, I’m ashamed to admit, was me. From the ages of about fifteen through twenty-two, I had a complex about my bare face. Even if I overslept and had zero time to get ready in the morning, I would choose to spare the two minutes it took to apply eyeliner and mascara over doing something essential like eating breakfast. The simple effort of defining my eyes made me feel human before stepping outside and facing the day.
I’m proud to say that since then, a lot has changed. Working forty hours a week really makes you consider what’s actually worth waking up fifteen minutes early. Slowly but surely, makeup dropped to the bottom of that list.