Sunday, November 8, 2015

The Power of Makeup



I’ve been thinking a lot about makeup recently.  I saw a friend post about the #PowerofMakeup online movement.  It’s an interesting concept, and I’m glad it’s given me something to pause and reflect upon.  Wearing makeup is a personal choice and not something that I think anybody should be ashamed of doing, the same way women should not be ashamed of NOT wearing makeup.

I know that makeup dramatically changes the way that I look, enough that when I come back from vacation at the beach or from a period of illness my family always has a double take when I “put my face back on”.  It takes only about 10 minutes a day but it makes a big difference to me. There are very few places I will go without wearing it.  The interesting question is: why?

I have been officially wearing makeup since I was 14, and honestly a little before that as at the ages of 12 and 13 I BEGGED and PLEADED with my mother to let me wear something more than clear mascara and lip gloss.  It’s something I’ve always loved to do but I didn’t stop to wonder why. 

So if you’ll please forgive the following bout of navel gazing, I thought it would be helpful to put my thoughts on paper.

REASONS WHY I WEAR MAKEUP:

1.       It makes me look feminine.

Now before you start raving about how I shouldn’t conform to society’s expectations of beauty and whatnot, please understand that I’m not wearing make up to look pretty for OTHER people.  There are plenty of days that I wear makeup where I (and my family) are the only ones that see it.  I wear it for me, so that I feel pretty and feminine. I highlight the features I’m proudest of (my eyes), use it emphasize others features that are pleasing but sometimes get overlooked (my lips and cheekbones), and use it cover flaws (my skin).  Wouldn’t life be easier if we could do that for everything?

2.       It makes me feel my age and replaces some youth I’ve lost along the way.

For most of my life, my body was locked in a ferocious battle with a disease called endometriosis.  The disease and the treatment I have endured have left some pretty devastating effects and scars.  The obvious surgical scars are across my belly, which never sees the light of day, so I don’t worry about those.  However, there are scars in my face that are a little more subtle.  As a 33 year old who is dealing with menopause due to a hysterectomy, I have learned that this surgery (the most common surgery for women in our country) and the hormone therapy afterwards is a big joke.  I’m 33, but my body is convinced it is 63 no matter how many estrogen patches and hormone pills I throw at it.   There are lines that are etched around my eyes that shouldn’t have shown up for at least another 10 years.  There are bags under my eyes almost constantly.  I’m losing elasticity in my face that I didn’t even know was there before.  I’ve lost most of the hair in my eyebrows.  Sometimes there’s adult acne that my body decides to throw up because it likes to make me crazy.  And then the issue that I perplexes me the most: somewhere in the last 5 years during my struggle my eyelashes turned white.  It’s really strange, I know, but they’re basically gone.  Every day I wake up, look in the mirror, and I see an old woman where a thirtysomething should be.   However, with 10 minutes, some powders and paint I can recreate a lot of that. I can make my eyelashes dark and full,  paint my eyebrows back on, reverse some of the damage premature aging has created, and bring my facial age back into the 30s again.   I feel like me again.

3.       It is my battle armor, my camouflage, and my war paint.

About 95% of the time I don't feel well.  It might be phantom pain left behind by damage done to my nerves from the endometriosis.  It might be scare tissue left by all the surgeries. It might be part of a new condition that I suspect is there, but haven’t been able to diagnose yet.  I don’t take medication to deal with any of this (I hate pain meds) so I just suck it up and smile.  Or the pain might be of the mental variety, as I battle those twin dragons of mental health, depression and anxiety. However, if my face looks normal I can fool most of people around me into thinking everything’s okay.  And if they don’t treat me like I’m broken then it’s easier for me to not treat myself like I’m broken.  It makes it easier to focus on what I need to do every day and not give any extra attention to the war that is playing out in my head. If I look strong, and powerful, and feminine I can convince myself that is what I am.  Makeup helps with that.

4.       It is a form of artistic expression.


I love art.  I’ve always loved art and even though I’m no Rembrandt, I love to blend and shade and contour.  My face just happens to be one of my favorite canvases to play with.  I love to see what happens when I combine different shades or tones in unexpected ways.  I love it when I get some difficult eye makeup so right, it’s like magic and I’ll be checking myself out in the mirror all day.  I love buying new makeup and playing with it. For the most part I’m not a loyal buyer of any brand in particular.  High-end eyeshadow makes me just as happy as the shimmer I found in the clearance bin at the grocery store.  I am not a very organized person in general, but my makeup kit is always organized and has a proper storage place in my bathroom cabinet.  The case has been loved and treasured and houses a plethora of brushes and paint.  It is the case of an artist.


Most of the time I’m wearing makeup, even when I do quick errands or work out.  People have commented on it and I’ve jokingly replied “A good Southern girl doesn’t leave the house without mascara and lip gloss on!” but that’s not true.   Really, it’s just me.  I just really like wearing it.