My Makeup Story
By Lauren Dymek
Every single morning, at about 6:15, my half-awake self plops down at my makeup table and begins to paint my face. I’ll be the first to admit that I love doing my makeup, even if it means I wake up at 6 am every morning to have enough time to do so. I don’t find any shame in saying that I do my makeup every morning, or that I love to do it. I’ve always loved makeup and what it can do to transform my confidence. I can wake up with my acne flaring and dark eyes looking like Spongebob after he got hit in the eye with a tube of toothpaste, but in 20 minutes I look like the best version of myself!! Makeup is an erasable art, a highway to countless identities. To me, makeup is an amazing tool for anyone, and nobody should be shamed by the amount or extent that they chose to wear.
I began to wear makeup at the ripe age of 12 (a little young, I know). It started in middle school when the cool girls wore a full face of makeup and black winged eyeliner every day. Like any other impressionable tween girl, I wanted to fit in. So my mom and I went down to CVS and bought clear mascara, brown eyeshadow, face powder, and a tinted lip balm. I strutted into school the next day feeling like a queen. I was indestructible!!!! I mean hello, I was wearing sparkly brown eyeshadow and globs of clear mascara!! With the gift of hindsight, I can easily say that my early makeup days were not a good look. But I am not embarrassed by it, because it’s what made me feel good about myself at the time. I felt pretty, and that’s all that matters. It didn’t matter that I didn’t wear name brand clothes, I wasn’t a cheerleader (back in North Carolina the cheerleader stereotype really did exist), and I wasn’t surrounded by those hunky 6th grade boys. Despite all this, I was able to express myself through my drugstore-brand makeup and use it as a way to build confidence.
That being said, makeup isn’t the solution to self-confidence problems. You can’t fix the inside by painting on a mask, not matter how perfect your contour. But makeup can, and does, enhance everyone’s beauty. I do not wear makeup to necessarily hide anything. Of course I have things I want to cover up, and I don’t really like showing of my constellation of spots for the whole school to see. But I wear makeup to present the best version of me, and to enhance what I love about myself. Sure I cover up my spots to the best of my ability, but I don’t freak out if I can’t completely erase imperfections. Makeup holds so much more power than a lot of people give it credit. If I like my makeup, I feel like I have a little bit of a lighter step. It isn’t a way for me to put on a mask for the world, it is a way for me to feel just that little bit more comfortable in my own skin.