I got a glittery teal eyeliner pencil this weekend. I wore a pretty heavy helping of it on Monday, which happened to be my boyfriend's birthday. While taking off my makeup at night, I realized he hadn't said anything about it. He really likes teal, so I thought he might actually notice. I wandered out of the bathroom and asked him if he realized that my eyeliner was a different color than usual. After an entire evening spending time together, he hadn't. So I turned to his roommate, with whom we had hung out for a while, and asked him if he noticed. His response: "Eyeliner comes in colors???"
Their responses, aside from making me giggle, reminded me why I wear makeup. Not that I ever really forget. My makeup is for me. It is my process of discovering who I feel like being today. It is my warpaint. It is my chance to create a small, temporary work of art. It is my affirmation: I am worth the effort. It is my personal reminder; if I am feeling ugly inside I can look in the mirror and remind myself of my inner beauty. Also, makeup is fun.
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