There is a certain expectation that once you are a woman, you are supposed to like makeup, even more so if you are one who is heavily into fashion. For as long as I can remember, wearing makeup has also been an expectation from both sexes. Women sometimes ridicule other women for not making an effort to look “good,” whilst men calculate beauty points according to how well your face is defined by way of contouring. This usually leaves little or no room for a woman to complain in peace if she actually does not like it.
I know persons would automatically expect me to be pro-makeup, because I am into fashion. And while I am not anti-makeup, I hate the process of the application especially if I am doing it on my own. The genuine reason behind my use of makeup has always been to counter my acne insecurities. To be quite honest if I never had them I would probably consider never wearing makeup.
Scarring caused by popping my pimples has left me with dark spots on my cheeks and forehead. I have used makeup my entire life to cover up these supposed beauty flaws. I have done so particularly because the projected standard of beauty includes so-called flawless skin. I never felt that I met that standard, even though acne is part of being human and is nothing to be disgusted about.
I felt naked if I was not wearing foundation; so much so that I
