Makeup can do a lot of things. It can cover up the flaws, accentuate what you like, make you into who you are or make you into someone you’re not. Peeling off the layers of the day is an equalizer we all understand…when those layers go, the day is over. You start the next day with a clean slate and a whole new set of layers.
Makeup doesn’t just have to be a face paint. To me, it can encapsulate anything added to your being: clothes, jewelry, hair color, facial hair, perfumes, etc. All these things change the being…in many cases, the objects and decorations end up the cornerstone of who you are. Is Frank still Frank without the beard and mustache? Yes he is, but HE wouldn’t think so. We become so attached to our adornments that they become part of our bodies. If one part of that adornment is missing, we initially feel stilted, wrong. Eventually that feeling fades… if you let it. On the other hand, ridding yourself of a crutch-like adornment could be the most liberating feeling ever. To think you can leave the house without having to worry what color your lips are or if anyone can see your bald spot.
Luckily, I don’t have that problem. I’m life-ready right out of the box. I look just as bad with makeup as I do without. Layers get you through the day, but they cannot fix the core esteem.
