I have feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with make-up. I hate it. I love it. I know I could do better without it, but it just makes me feel so good. I actually just recently embraced make-up. I was a former plain-jane. Hardly ever wore it, and preferred to be a make-up free and ponytail kinda of girl. But as I have gotten older I appreciate how it enhances some features, hides some of my flaws and can turn up the amp (ironically, one of my favorite lipsticks is called Up the Amp) on my best features.
I normally wear make-up to work Monday through Thursday and Friday (thank you dress down Friday) through Sunday, I am make-up free. I absolutely LOVE shopping for make-up and then I’ll get home and play dress up and wonder if I’m just fooling myself that I could ever pull it off.
This year, I made a promise to myself that I would wear lipstick more often so I would stop feeling like a clown when I did wear it and just feel pretty. As you can tell, the love-hate thing with make-up is very real.