On Wearing Makeup…

I feel sort of stupid even contemplating writing this post, because wearing makeup has never been a thing I’ve felt the need to explain before. And in some ways I still don’t have to, at the end of the day, it’s my face and I can do what I want with it. But at the same time, I feel like makeup has been stigmatised by people and I want to clear the air/my head a bit.
Makeup has been labelled by western society as perfectly normal and superficial at the same time. Every day I and many others like me are bombarded by messages from the media saying “wear makeup if you ever want to be attractive” and simultaneously “don’t wear too much slap, no one likes a fake”. But regardless of whatever the media tells me, I honestly don’t get the hype. I love makeup, as is probably pretty obvious to anyone who knows me. But wearing makeup does not make me fake, or shallow, or any more insecure than anyone else? No, of course not! Maybe if it was a priority, it could become that way, but for me if simply a hobby.
To me, makeup is a creative outlet, like fashion or art, it’s a form of self-expression. I don’t wear it because I have to, I wear it because I want to. Putting makeup on is a really relaxing process. Some days I wear a lot and somedays I wear a little, it simply depends on my mood. I love to wear makeup that shows how I feel, like bright colours when I’m feeling excitable and fun or red lipstick when I feel powerful and confident.
Yesterday I didn’t wear any makeup. It didn’t dramatically affect my life, I just didn’t wear it. It didn’t make me any better, or any worse. Makeup doesn’t define who I am, it’s just a hobby.