you cut me down a tree.
So, i lent Monica $40 dollars and in order to repay me she bought me $65 dollars worth of make-up. She is not a subtle individual and went on to tell me how i should wear makeup. Now to be honest, I don't wear make-up. I truly admire those who have the propensity to spend a significant amount of time dolling themselves up, but it's not for me. I know, it sheerly me being lazy. So I made my self a few times. And I don't like it. How if feels or how it looks. I don't like the sentence. "I made myself up"
I mean granted throughout our lives we all make ourselves up. We are the sum of our experiences. We are an amalgam of who we meet and what we do, etc. But i don't like facades. I don't like covering up what's natural and what's supposed to be there. i don't like flawless. i love flaws. power to the pimple and the beauty mark. i like that is makes us who we are. i like that it can make us self-aware as opposed to ignorant. the idea of not knowing what you really look like or what our real hair color is befuddles me.Then today, my sister wore my make-up and she rarely wears make-up but only out of laziness not out of some disillussioned principle. And I did not like it. And looking back on my everyone i know & love, I like you all better without make-up. I think it's silly. Everyone I know/associate with on a regular basis is quite beautiful. I like the just woke up in the morning look. i like the i just ran up the stairs look. i like the i-just-washed-my-face look. I don't like it when you're made up.
but to be fair, i think when people have 4 differnt colors of eyeshadow on the amount of effort is really commendable. and i think the act of putting on makeup is kindof a superfluous art form. as far as i remember i have loved watching people put on makeup. in bathrooms, i sit on the lid of the toilet and watch as whoever's reflection is painting their face. i love it. i still do it. it's when you know you're grown up. or thats what i've always thought. but i like the idea of not growing up. i especially like the idea of our idea of ourselves not mattering as much as discoverring all that there is all around us. but people so look concentrated when they put on makeup. there is such concentration involved. such stamina. eyebrow plucking? looks pretty damn painful. thats stamina.
now as i'm writing this my unaware-of-what-i'm-writing pajama wearing sister is telling me i'm a hippie. she says its threefold. because i'm 'free-love' ha, have some substantial hips, and am a hypocrite.
weird.
♥
ps i leave NY in 2 (two!) days
I mean granted throughout our lives we all make ourselves up. We are the sum of our experiences. We are an amalgam of who we meet and what we do, etc. But i don't like facades. I don't like covering up what's natural and what's supposed to be there. i don't like flawless. i love flaws. power to the pimple and the beauty mark. i like that is makes us who we are. i like that it can make us self-aware as opposed to ignorant. the idea of not knowing what you really look like or what our real hair color is befuddles me.Then today, my sister wore my make-up and she rarely wears make-up but only out of laziness not out of some disillussioned principle. And I did not like it. And looking back on my everyone i know & love, I like you all better without make-up. I think it's silly. Everyone I know/associate with on a regular basis is quite beautiful. I like the just woke up in the morning look. i like the i just ran up the stairs look. i like the i-just-washed-my-face look. I don't like it when you're made up.
but to be fair, i think when people have 4 differnt colors of eyeshadow on the amount of effort is really commendable. and i think the act of putting on makeup is kindof a superfluous art form. as far as i remember i have loved watching people put on makeup. in bathrooms, i sit on the lid of the toilet and watch as whoever's reflection is painting their face. i love it. i still do it. it's when you know you're grown up. or thats what i've always thought. but i like the idea of not growing up. i especially like the idea of our idea of ourselves not mattering as much as discoverring all that there is all around us. but people so look concentrated when they put on makeup. there is such concentration involved. such stamina. eyebrow plucking? looks pretty damn painful. thats stamina.
now as i'm writing this my unaware-of-what-i'm-writing pajama wearing sister is telling me i'm a hippie. she says its threefold. because i'm 'free-love' ha, have some substantial hips, and am a hypocrite.
weird.
♥
ps i leave NY in 2 (two!) days