Some girls love to do certain things. Most of us, I think, love to cook or bake (I do, even if I’m not very good at those things – yet). A lot are really good at doing creative things, are good listeners, or good “researchers” (either of the scholarly or the gossip-monger type). If I think about what things I love to do, I more or less fall under the same categories. Well, maybe I have this unhealthy liking for bleach, for scrubbing our bathroom and kitchen tiles clean (if and when I’m struck with the inspiration to do so). And maybe I teeter too near to bookishness that even my bookworm friends are surprised at how I can remember details from a book, whether it’s a passage, a page or verse number. (Then again, I think a lot of other people can remember certain things very well.)
Lately, though, I’ve been into make-up, shading my eyebrows, especially, until they’re two nearly identical lines framing my face.
It began a few weeks ago when I had my graduation portraits taken. My very first portrait had been when I was four years old. Unfortunately, we left our portraits at my father’s house when we left and they might be gone by now. So I was pretty eager to look my best because it might as well be the last and only portrait I’ll ever have. Unless we count Instagram selfies as portraits? I think not.
The make-up artist who handled me had a good touch and watching him, I learned some techniques instantly. I’m no make-up guru and the little that I know about “chemical beautification” as I call it, I learned from YouTube tutorials. But I did pick up a few things like wetting the facial sponge when applying powder on the face. Also, that lining or shading eyebrows didn’t require a different brush or pencil. Dark eye shadow could be used, and as for applying, an eye shadow brush with the hair cut very short. I’ve also done a bit of experimenting and found that the best results come when clear mascara is used on the eyebrows (to stiffen and put each strand of hair in its proper position). The color also becomes deeper.
I suppose this is an aspect of ageing (or maturity – but I don’t think I deserve the title “mature adult” just yet). I’m finally paying attention to how I want to look. I’m not certain about other people’s impressions of me but I suppose it's futile trying to be a “people pleaser” since I can’t control other people’s impressions of me. And while I feel disappointed of myself when I think that, no matter what I do, I can never redeem myself from the eyes of certain persons whom I liked or loved (ugh, whatever), I can't do anything about it now. All I can do, really, is to look, feel, and think in my best light.