Man, yesterday I was lifeguarding at Denise's house for a little girl scout troop (fourth graders), and this gorgeous tiny black girl comes up to me and asks me that question. I just stared at her. What the fuckkk? Mascara? You're in fourth grade, honey.
How can such small children even think about makeup? Why would they honestly even care? I think it's unhealthy to be worried about your appearance so early in life. And to cover up your blemishes, to wear eyelash accentuators (mascara), to be "sexy"...
Who gives their child mascara, of all things, in the freaking fourth grade? It just feels wrong.
I don't think I even knew of makeup's existence until middle school, when girls began to transform from just girls to objects of attraction. Then people started misusing it or using it to their advantage, some with orange pancaked all over their face, others with eyeliner smudged all over their eyes like wild raccoons, and good looking girls using just a little more than neccessary to distinguish their popularity, lip gloss popping out from uniformly clean, slightly orange faces.
I had noticed, however, that unlike these clean faced pretty little girls, I was plagued with spots.. coverup became my go-to girl, always accessible in an obscure pocket in my backpack or purse. I was rarely without it. And this holds true today, actually. It's kind of sad. I feel like I have to put foundation on my face to even out the lessening spots and create an even skin tone.. I hate looking like a tomato with bright white skin around my eyes like I did before (a product of swimming, genetics, sun, caustic face lotions, goggles, and lack of sunscreen use). It's just not a good look for a girl. But I wish it was. I really wish I didn't have to wear makeup normally, but I know in reality I'm not going to stop anytime soon.
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