Personal Narrative: The Art Of Makeup

Society is founded on one principle and one principle only: beauty. By age twelve, I adapted society’s principle as my own. I admired the beautiful actresses with the flawless skin, shiny hair, and thin body. I wanted that for myself and began to straighten and curl my hair at the age of twelve. At thirteen, I wanted more. I begged my mom for contacts, because everyone knows that the girl with glasses are not beautiful—well at least in makeover movies. I then begged her to allow me to get my eyebrows down, and despite of the stinging pain that slapped against my forehead I felt beautiful. However, that wasn’t enough. I began to want more. I wanted to look more beautiful. By fifteen, I was wearing full face makeup. Foundation peppered over my face to hide …show more content…
It wasn’t that they were against me wearing makeup. It was just that they were not used to me not wearing makeup. Like I had said, I had been wearing makeup since I was fifteen years old. I taught myself how to wear makeup and I taught myself different techniques and how to put it on. I even taught my sister about the art of makeup. She was filled with confusion, but when it came down to it, she didn’t really care. Her curious mind was just wondering why I had decided to skip a ritual that became so dear to me. Despite of my overexaggerated hypothesis of everyone judging me and noticing the lack of makeup on my face, I still felt insecure. I felt as though the deepest parts of myself was publicized to the world and now the how world knew my secrets. It is foolish. No one can know your secrets just from looking at your face, but I could not help the insecurities that ran through me as I walked from classroom to classroom and building to building. When you become so accustomed to a part of your life and to a part of society that society has deemed that humans much do, it feels odd in breaking