Superficial Much?
I am a very laid back person. I don't mind dressing up, but I prefer wearing casual clothes, and rarely wear makeup. Really, who are you going to impress at school? The teachers who already know you and don't give a damn what you look like unless it's not dresscode regulations; then you will be destroyed like a cockroach, the popular bitches with so much makeup caked on that you need a chisel to take it off? Really. It's not necessary.
Anyway, the other day, I was wearing something a bit nicer dressy; gotta impress the teachers, make a good impression cause you know that will totally effect your grade. Here I am, ready to walk out the door, sans makeup. My mother thinks it's a crime.
"I can't believe you're my daughter."
"...Why?"
She snorts. "No daughter of mine would ever walk out the door without makeup. When I was your age, I had to beg my parents to let me wear it, and yet you never do."
Oh. My. Gawd.
Well escuse me for having a bit of self-confidence in my facial features. Here, let it crash and burn. Go ahead. When you're done, let me know so I can piece the ashes together.
"I mean, you should at least wear foundation to cover up your acne. It looks awful.
Thanks. Just what I needed, mom. So all those years of "Beauty is Only Skin-Deep" and "It's What Is On the Inside that Counts" were just bullshit. Love you too.
"Just a little makeup to cover up the redness in your face. And some blush to put redness in your cheeks. Lets be redundant. And eyeshadow to draw attention to your eyes. Because apparently, that's the only good part of my face. Unless you count the fact that I have glasses. She nags about those all the time. "When are you gonna get contacts?"
After five minutes of this, I go to the bathroom to inspect what's left of my face. Let's be honest; it's not half bad, but nothing I need to do on a regular basis. It's only school.
"Don't you want to impress your friends?"
Oh, bring in the bullshit.
1. None of my friends wears makeup.
2. My friends don't care what I look like unless I never bathed, but my personal hygiene is great, thank you very much.
3. There's not much I need to impress then with. We would rather preoccupy ourselves with playing cards or conversing about the newest D.Gray-man chapter. Gossip is for shallow bitches.
4. In order to put on all that extra makeup, I'd have to wake up half an hour earlier - like she does every day.
Then I'd need extra makeup to cover up the black circles under my eyes.
Nothing a little foundation can't fix.
After all, true beauty is on the outside.