Refusing to make up…

Make-up rocks! The later half of my 2016 was all about learning this skill, this skill that was an expression of myself. The craze included watching all the youtube tutorials that I could, trying the techniques and gifting myself with one other cosmetic equipment or product to increase my arsenal.

I think this love affair all started when a schoolmate at the African Leadership, Folasayo, did my make-up. The transformation was beautiful. I just wowed non-stop. It was like wearing the face equivalent of red stilettos, to put it precisely, it was simply breath-taking…

Then somewhere between the hustle of the perfect foundation ( mmh! this struggle!) and the pass-time that became analysing other women’s faces, I got tired. I could not make up my mind whether I wanted to do this consistently or not. There were also the times I feared my made up self did not look better than my original self, then there were the times I felt that in the name of self expression i was ignoring my insecurities. The Johannesburg heat and hustle was also a contributing factor. I think all these and more, which I am still yet to unpack,culminated into that moment just before stepping out for my birthday dinner. The theme was white with Maasai colours for accessories so I was thinking some red lipstick, some gold-bronze eyeshadow and  just as I was reaching for my lancome foundation (Lupita Nyon’g Inspiration Tingz) I felt enough. I cannot really explain this but I just felt confident and comfortable in myself. I felt beautiful…on fleek and  as I was. Like I was being and beautifully so and also on my own terms. Well, still thinking but as I do so, taking care of me and just letting it all glow through my skin. A friend of mine kept saying “The nearer you are to nature, the better.” and I am finding this to be true for myself.