I have come to terms with it, and I’m 100% okay knowing that I’m not, nor will I ever be, that girl.
The girl you see walking down the street with flawless makeup, her eye shadows blended so perfectly, her lashes attached just so, her lipstick poppin’, cheeks all blushed out, her foundation flawlessly smoothed and blended…ugh!
I just can’t.
And I have no desire to try anymore.
I used to get so frustrated when I took painstaking time to follow the instructions in makeup books, from makeup artists, from youtubers, to a T….only to end up looking like:
I’d always set goals to get “more girly” and equating perfect makeup application with that. I think every year I set resolutions to wear makeup daily, and get good at applying it and whatnot. And every year I fail.
Uh uh. No mas.
Those youtube gurus, and those millions of beauty/makeup blogs, all the how-tos in the world cannot help me. And I’m not even upset about it anymore. I give up. I surrender.
Now I’m not saying I’m gunna walk around with caterpillar brows and a mustache or just not take care of myself aesthetically anymore. I’ll still beautify myself, and put my best face forward, but I’m just surrendering to the real me.
The me that realizes she’s still a feminine girly girl even without nicely blended earth-toned shadows over primer. The me that values extra sleep or “me time” in the morning versus taking that time to ‘put on my face.’ The natural me that’s been persisting all these years despite my wackadoodle idea that I need to be made up in order to be pretty and polished.
I give props to those women who can so artfully make themselves up. It’s a skill and an art. It’s admirable and it’s beautiful.
But, I’m just a mascara, liner and lip gloss girl, (on a good day) and I’m okay with that.
Why did it take me 28 years to be fine with it? ::shrug::