I can’t see why makeup is all that important.

I get it. Wanting to be beautiful. That a little powder, lipstick, and a stick of mascara can go a long way in transforming one face into another. The right one. The one that would make you look evolved. A new face. Confidence.

Still, I find myself looking in the mirror (occasionally mind you) with no makeup whatsoever, feeling confident enough to walk out that door with no doubt. Most days, I look at myself, think “ugh, I could do better…”, then proceed to walk out that door anyway.

My mom once told me that I had a great deal of confidence and high self esteem all because I told her I didn’t care what people thought or what they thought of how I looked. I didn’t think at the time that had anything to do with confidence and self esteem, since I considered mine nonexistent.  

Granted, no one on this planet has ever said that they didn’t give two shits and meant it. Doubt always sits in its corner, its voice loud and compelling. Mine nagged me all day and all night, like I’m sure most people experience. It’s human.

Yet, I just realized, how will makeup make a difference in whether or not you're ugly or beautiful? There is no clear cut definition for either of those words that have been crafted by society to segregate the two kinds of people based solely on an individual’s meaning of attractiveness (Attractiveness cannot solely rely on physical traits, it must rely on personality too. Remember that). Which isn’t bad mind you, it’s your opinion of the world around you, specifically the people around you, like whether or not you like chocolate or vanilla. Or perhaps you do like chocolate, but it has to have some mocha whip cream on top to be anything close to appetizing.

I think, that makeup does nothing. I’ve never felt any surge of confidence wearing it the few times I have. Plus, it’s expensive and requires work for me in doing something I find completely useless. I believe society tells us we should wear it even when we don’t really want to, but over the years I’ve developed quite a, in my opinion, good habit of doing the total opposite of what someone tells me to do.

I think, confidence is all we need. I think, we should all get up, get ready for the day, and skip the makeup. I don’t need to go to my class or my job looking pretty. I need to walk in there looking ready to kickass and get shit done.

The only way to look like that, is to wear it in confidence, not in silly powder made to hide blemishes.

Roses have blemishes. It’s what makes them roses. Otherwise, we’d all complain about getting fake roses, because nothing cannot be so perfect as to not have a single blemish.

Our doubt makes us human, so does our blemishes.