This spoke to me today as loud as anything has in a long time.
Last weekend my sister and I were going to go shopping for an interview outfit for me, and I went to the bathroom to check that my makeup looked okay, and she asked why I was putting on makeup- we were only going to the mall.
Because it’s the week before my period and I’m broken out everywhere?
Because if I don’t cover up the dark circles under my eyes and plant roses in my cheeks I look like I have the flu?
Because if I don’t line my eyes behind my inch-thick glasses, they vanish?
Because if I have to look myself in the face in the mirror, I prefer not to look like everything I have been taught for 30 years is wrong with female beauty?
“Female empowerment” doesn’t stop a dozen people from asking me if I’m sick on the days that I don’t wear makeup. It doesn’t stop a well-meaning friend from suggesting an acne cream. It doesn’t stop fluorescent lights from highlighting the yellow undertones of my skin and making me look jaundiced in any public place I might choose to go.
So tell me one more fucking time how you never wear makeup. How you don’t need it. How you don’t like it.
And I’ll tell you one more fucking time how I never don’t wear makeup. How I do need it. How I do like it.
And the next person who tells me that “you’re more beautiful without” can kindly shove that sentiment up their ass.