I don’t normally wear a lot of makeup. In fact, most days I just slap on some MAC foundation and walk out the door, my hair still wet. If I'm running late, I'll even go "au naturel," NBD.
I make this choice partly because I lack the skills to paint with one eye closed on a canvas the size of an eyelid. But there’s also a more sinister reason: when I do wear makeup I have the power to mess with people.
See, in my experience, makeup can cast spells on others. It conjures a veil of mystery around myself where there is, in reality, none to be found.
“Oh, wow, JA…you look nice!”
“Are you doing something, later?”
“You’re not going anywhere special?”
“Nope.” (I leave.)
“Something’s definitely up with JA, you guys. Why would she be looking like that if there wasn’t something going on? Something BIG. Does she have a hot date? And if so, is it with a man or a woman? Wait, maybe it's a job interview! But she would have said something...wouldn't she? What is that girl up to? And why isn’t she telling us what’s up? Hmmm..”
That's my piece, and that's my peace. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world to me. Carry on...