I have always been a person who likes to wear make up to die for, yet if I stop to think about it I am sure I have never done it with the same motivation over the years.
I discovered the make-up when I was really young, I loved seeing my aunt open the drawers of her bathroom and pull out a quantity of make-up that seemed infinite but absolutely indispensable to painting her face as if it were a painting.
Already beautiful women became wonderful goddesses with a stroke of mascara, blush and a little lipstick. I thought that with a red lipstick you could conquer the whole world.
So as soon as I reached an age that would allow me to wear make-up with "grown-up" tricks - without having to use the pearlescents and glosses that I found in magazines like Cioè and Modern Girl - I started playing with foundation, pencils and lipsticks that I they immediately made her feel prettier.
The problem is that, in the long run, that of make-up has turned into a real slavery without my realizing it.
I could not go out without make-up, I could not even go to the supermarket under the house for five minutes without first having covered my face with everything I needed (and this my roommates will remember well). I needed to cover myself, in fact, as if I was no longer used to seeing my face cleansed, normal, as indeed it is natural that it is.
The people around me believed that I wore makeup so much to appear, to attract attention, out of vanity.
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I, on the other hand, believed that going out without makeup was an indication of a lack of self-care, it seemed to me to be sloppy, messy, ugly. I needed to cover myself, almost hide.
Obviously I hadn't understood anything.
So as I began to take away, to resize this incessant need for perfection that we know very well does not exist, to try to get used to seeing me in the way I should always have been used to seeing me: normal.
We cannot always be impeccable, on the contrary, there are days when we feel extreme toilets and we must make up for it. And laugh about it too!
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Now if I want to go out with make-up on, I do it, if I want to put on make-up I only make up for the pleasure of spending time and creating something I like, I don't judge who doesn't wear make-up and I don't judge who does it excessively. Make-up is still a great passion of mine, but now I have a different awareness of it.
I know this may seem superficial to many people, but I assure you it is not.
You can simply put make-up on just for the sheer pleasure of doing it, strange to say it?
So I hope to hear fewer phrases like: "Look how much that is rigged, but why is it rigged like this?" and more phrases like: "How beautiful that lipstick on her!".
Compliments and empathy do more good than any trick, do you know that?
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