Forty-eighth day of work selfie

So I finally shaved my legs.  After, well, let’s just say a while.  I went out for a friend’s birthday on Saturday and the weather was nice over the weekend, so I figured it was finally time.  It’s always such an ordeal.  I got this Remington electric razor from Walmart because I go through so many disposable ones and always manage to cut myself.  Unfortunately it turned out not to be that great.  I feel like maybe I should’ve gotten waxed instead because I waited so long but oh well.  Throughout my teen years, I tried literally every hair removal product you can imagine, and it turns out I’m allergic to all of them.  Nair, Neet, Veet, you name it.  My skin has such a bad reaction that it ends up looking worse than if I’d just left the hair on it.  I’ve considered laser hair removal, but it’s crazy expensive, and I’ve also been told that it can cause discolouration because my skin is darker.  As for waxing, for the amount of wax that I would need for my legs, it’s just not cost effective.  So yeah.  Razors.

Of course, it turns out, now that my legs were finally hair-free (or somewhat, I missed a few spots, and it’s growing back already), the weather would be cold and rainy.  But that won’t stop me from wearing dressing and exposing my legs because I can.  When I went to work on Monday, my dad was like “Isn’t it too cold for your outfit?” but I didn’t care.  I got this dress at Ross Dress for Less in the States and this red sweater from Sears at Richmond Centre before it closed down.  My necklace and ring are from UBC, my earrings are from Claire’s, and my bracelet is from Dollarama.  I also painted my nails (badly) on the weekend, but alas, they are already chipping.  I also straightened my hair on the weekend for the first time in a while.  I used that as my excuse for not going to yoga on Sunday, because I didn’t want to have to wash my hair after and ruin the straightness.  Even though it’s no longer as straight now as it was on Saturday, it’s still better than the natural frizz that’s usually present.

Why do I wear makeup?

I never wore makeup in high school.  We technically weren’t supposed to because it was a private school.  But that rule was never really followed.  It wasn’t as important as the rules against nail polish or big earrings.  Which was unfortunate because I enjoyed wearing both those things.  I thought that wearing makeup in high school would have been pointless anyway.  It was an all girls school.  Who would I be trying to impress?

I never understood it when I would see girls applying their makeup in excess, when I had never even used foundation before and the thought of an eyelash curler kind of scared me.  There was just no need.  But if I suppose if I had the money and the know how at that point in time, I would have used it too.  It wasn’t about trying to impress anyone.  It was about making yourself feel good.  And also impressing the people you would be seeing after school.

It wasn’t until nearing the end of high school that I actually started wearing makeup.  In Grade 12 I figured I should try and make some sort of an effort for grad.  Up until that point it was mainly lip gloss and eye shadow and that was pretty much it.  Eye shadow was fairly easy and I liked trying certain colours.  The first time I actually bought eye shadow was long before that, at the end of Grade 7.  I remember my mom told me not to get it because I didn’t need it and then she got upset when I bought it anyway.

Today, I usually wear makeup whenever I leave the house.  You can’t always tell, since you would rarely see me without and not know the difference.  It’s one of those things, once you start, you need it from then on.  I envy those girls who never have to wear foundation because their skin is flawless and they look better without it.  I soon learned that I was not one of those girls.  I think I developed a bit of a superstition as well, and I feel like bad things happen when I don’t wear makeup.  There have been certain days when I’ve decided to go without it, and they were not good days at all.  It must be a sign.

My mom has always told me that I didn’t need makeup.  She still does.  She tells me that I should just “let my natural beauty shine through”.  This sounds like good advice and a sweet thing to say, but it’s not something that I’m willing to do.  Although I do a pretty crappy job of putting it on anyway, so it’s not like it actually improves upon my “natural beauty” that much anyway.  My mom doesn’t wear makeup, so I was always pretty clueless about it.  And I never really learned how to properly put it on.

I also hate how expensive it is.  My mom made me think of how much money I would save if I were to just go without it.  The other day I spent $31 at the makeup counter.  Which isn’t a lot, since there was a deal.  But my mom thought it was a lot because she felt it was unnecessary.  But it was nothing compared to the lady in front of me who was buying some expensive products that I wasn’t willing or able to splurge on.  I mean I don’t buy the completely crappy stuff, not anymore anyway.  But considering I’m somewhat incompetent at applying it, there seems to be no point in me springing for the best quality stuff.  And since I do such a crappy application job, maybe my “natural beauty” can peak through it just a little.