Boys: makeup is for our benefit, not yours.

I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse that I have perfected the art of contouring to push my cheekbones up to my eyes, dramatically increasing the size of my lips and making my eyebrows look like they do not only consist of a few transparent looking hairs. But let me take a moment to say that I didn’t spend 3 years of my life watching YouTube tutorial videos so that I could be aesthetically pleasing to the opposite sex. I wear make up because it makes me feel a little less tatty around the edges.

-Placing the eyeliner pencil and swooping it across my upper eyelid to create a perfect line and wing.

-Smiling so the apples of my cheeks are visible to place my blusher just in the right place.

-Allowing my lip liner to be placed just outside the real lines of my lips to create a more voluptuous look.

To me, these give me the best feeling in the world, especially if I’m feeling a bit down. When I see myself with no makeup on I feel somewhat Cinderella pre fairy godmother transformation. No I don’t mean I think I’m a Disney princess or even worthy of royal status, I mean without makeup I feel I may as well be cleaning floors but with it on “I shall go to the ball.” 

It’s not even just the wearing make-up part that I love. One of my biggest loves in life is when I achieve perfectly blending my urban decay eye shadow onto my lids. I treat my face like a canvas and therefore my make-up is like my artwork. No man will ever understand the true skill it takes a girl to achieve the perfect wing on their eyeliner or drawing in the perfect peak of the eyebrow.  (Unless you are a man that wears make-up)

So lads, stop ripping us for trying to look pretty and feel good about ourselves. Lets be honest, the real reason you think that the transformation from plain Jane to Jessica Rabbit is for you is because the most part when you see us we’re wearing makeup and quite frankly, you’re probably jealous you don’t have something similar to enhance your handsomeness, or lack of.

Here’s a final word for the men reading this. My sister always says when I’m getting ready for a night out and I’ve got all my make-up done I look at myself in the mirror and make a whole array of pouty faces, but I do it because I love me a little more that I did before. Not because I want you to love me.

A x

me and my bestie with our faces on x