Bokonon

Wearing the scarf Jamie made for me. <3 

I was introduced to makeup the same year my became mature enough to procreate. I was 11. I’ve been on this planet for 24 years and some odd days as it stands. This is the first year that I can remember feeling beautiful without makeup. I haven’t always cared or even thought about whether I was beautiful, but I certainly felt that way when I wore makeup. Green sparking rings were painted around my eyes every day before school. For whatever reason, I also thought the closer to perpendicular my face was to the ground while I walked the more beautiful I was. Rarely could I see where I was walking. Surely I was an awkward and delusional child. 

Lets not kid ourselves, I’m just as delusional now. I have the benefit of being an adult, in full responsibility of my delusions. After years of wearing makeup to enhance, or completely cover my natural beauty: I’ve decided that supporting a billion dollar industry that tortures animals, makes us feel like shit, pollutes our body and the environment isn’t something I want to support with my small collection of dollars. I’m going to paint my face when I feel whimsical instead, and save the small collection of pigmented dusts and brushes I already have for stage performances.