Let me just start this off by saying that I have never been the “oh-my-god-I-would-die-without-makeup” kind of girl. My style is almost always very casual and comfortable. But there was this one day where I had the overwhelming urge to see what it would be like to be like the other girls. This is how it went:

It started with just a typical summer day in my tiny apartment. I was alone for most of the day because both my parents had to work. Now, before you jump to conclusions, I want to point out that I would rather curl myself into awkward positions on my recliner chair and watch Netflix on my laptop than throw parties with my nonexistent friends. So that was what I was doing that day, but I just couldn’t get comfortable in my chair! No matter how many times I would shift and squirm, I just couldn’t find a good position to settle in to. Finally, I decided to get up. My dogs jumped awake and alert from their relaxed, napping positions when they heard me hoist myself up from the chair. I think they expected me to let them out, even though I just let them out about a half an hour ago. I first wandered into the kitchen, hoping to find something to do in there even though I already knew, there would be nothing. And nothing is what I got. I wandered back to the living room. Then, I started to think. “What if I just tried to put on makeup and dress like the other girls?” “What would I feel like if I was like those other girls?” I decided to try it. I decided to try to see what I would look like if I put on makeup. I padded to the bathroom before shutting the door to ward off annoying puppies trying to get in my way. Starting with looking at myself in the mirror, I made the final decision to go through with it. First I opened the squeaky drawer to get out both the bags of makeup that we kept stored there. A light clicking noise when I set them down on the counter, for the makeup inside shifted from the sudden movements. I started to get excited. Starting with the concealer/foundation one, I dug through it until I found a suitable foundation to spread across my face. It didn’t take me long to become satisfied with it so I moved on to the concealer. Once I was done with all of that, I could move on to the eyes.

Fast forward to when I was all done with everything. I ended up putting dark brown and light pink for my eyes with a bit of eyeliner, some blush and even a little bit of lipstick to add to the whole look.

But why did I not feel happy when I saw myself in the mirror? Why didn’t I feel pretty? But of course I already knew the answer, deep within my heart. This wasn’t for me. Who I am deep inside, doesn’t wear makeup or change herself to fit in.  So I proceeded to slowly take it all off with a damp washcloth. Even though I kind of felt sad inside, I knew it was the right thing to do. Once it was all off, you know what I saw in the mirror? Myself.