Monday, 12 November 2012
I was not born a beauty.
At school, you have so many different types of girls. To quote Mean Girls: 'You got your freshmen, ROTC guys, preps, J.V. jocks, Asian nerds, Cool Asians, Varsity jocks Unfriendly black hotties, Girls who eat their feelings, Girls who don't eat anything, Desperate wannabes, Burnouts, Sexually active band geeks, The greatest people you will ever meet and the worst'. And we all already know that school was a bit of a battle ground.
I was quite shy. People never seem to believe this when they meet me, as I tend accidently chat none stop & impress my opinion rather strongly onto other people. But I really was quite shy at school. I disliked our school 'plastics' the girls who would literally plaster on their orange foundation and thick black eye liner with a trowel (incidently about 95% of these girls had babies when they were 16-18). I definitely wasn't one of them. I just wasn't a makeup girl. I didn't want to get up super early to layer up mascara and apply foundation on to my lips, something which I still don't understand, do they not want to look like they have a mouth?!
Instead, I woke up ten minutes before I was due to leave, wore lip balm and maybe a coat of mascara, if I could be bothered. Now, some things never change & I still get up about ten minutes before I am due to leave the house... which I get occasionally teased about in the office. But now in the mornings I frantically swear under my breath and try and put my face on in record time (or you know... am 5 minutes late).
Something changed when I was about 18 and all of a sudden I became mystified by makeup, I wanted to test and trial and see what I could explore. My first 'expensive' makeup was a tube of Bourjois foundation. It had a brush on the top and you had to click the foundation through the brush. I never washed that brush either. It was so clogged with foundation it was solid, but I adored it. I stayed with this more bargainous choice for a while (although at the time I really did think it was the height of expense. I think if I discovered the luxury items back then, I would have had a heart attack at the price). I once bought a tube of green concealer, to balance out my rosy cheeks, I got a bit carried away and always covered my entire face in it under foundation.It just did not suit me, I had the slight green tinge of someone about to be horrifically sea sick and it just drained me. I had awful pale face, went through the tube in about 3 weeks, got some horrific spots and realised I looked like a poorly ghost. I didn't repurchase.
Unbeknown to me, there was a whole world to discover that I was yet to expore.
This time 3 years ago I was a 'one of some things none of others' kind of girl. one mascara, one foundation, one eyeshadow pallette, no blusher, no delicate power for my eyebrows, no setting power. But slowly I began to learn... I began to look past pretty packaging and slogans & I started looking for reviews, key ingredients and samples. Very quickly I learnt a great lot. I've bought some duds along the way (benefit that gal- i'm looking at you) and accidently discovered some incredible items (urban decay supercurl mascara, never leave me) there are some things that I have discovered as a result of some serious blogging hype (real techniques brushes... does anyone not have them?!). Every purchase has been an adventure.
It came to a head in the spring. After collecting key items and expensive bits for about 18 months, I boarded a plane to America. I was in a fairly maudlin mood anyway due to several factors and I decided I needed a treat. I blew $350 in Sephora. It was a beautiful, beautiful moment.
I have been called an 'airhead' for being interested in makeup. I have been told that I waste my money on 'crap'. I have had people look at me with disbelief when I tell them my blusher palette cost 40 quid. I have had close friends from school say to me: 'but why?! you never used to be interested in this! you've changed Poppy'.
I have changed, they're right. I wash my brushes now. I have more money as a result of not being at school and being at work. I have more knowledge to apply to what I buy and I am no longer wasting money on products that do not work, or do not suit me. Maybe my habit of spending 100-250 a month on makeup will die out again but until then I endevour to surround myself with glorious soft brushes, silky powders and thick creams. To revel in a hobby that I never actually knew existed & to try and help others source products that they appreciate (and to keep the brownie guide law).
Or maybe I'm just a typical girl who likes to spoil herself and is completely suckered in by the compliments you get from the MUA and the little paper bags filled with goodies they send you away with? Who knows. Lets just enjoy the ride and keep buying all the 'crap'.
Maybe next time i'll be one of the sexually active band geeks.
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