I grew up surrounded by women that loved to wear makeup. It was almost as if it was part of their identity. My maternal grandmother was the queen of makeup and glam. You never caught her leaving the house without being dolled up to the t! I can still smell the scent of her Maja face powder. I myself had a love/hate relationship with makeup.
Growing up, I was always made fun of for having big lips so, I refused to wear “loud” lipsticks that accentuated what I thought was my most embarrassing feature. I now have a healthier relationship with both makeup, but don’t need to wear it to feel beautiful. When I do wear it, I do so for myself. So, when people say things like “You’re just running to the store. Why do you have to put blush on? Who are you trying to impress?” I reply with a simple, “me.”