Confession is good for the soul, go ahead and unburden yourself! I promise I won’t judge.
Where do I even start? I’ve been intrigued by makeup for as long as I can remember. I’d always wait for a moment when my mom wasn’t around so that I could sneakily rummage around her makeup box, as you do when you’re curious and up to no good. Before I knew it, I was 10 years old and decided it was prime time to take the plunge and groom my unruly brows – and by “groom”, I mean shave them with my dad’s razor. If the thought of a young child holding a razor up to their eye area makes you cringe, don’t worry, I felt none of that fear at the time. I just took the razor and wacked away at what I deemed a unibrow and even went to the extent of grooming under my brows to remove stray brow hairs...all with a big ol’ 3-blade razor.
When I was 13 years old, my best friend and I were giddy with excitement as we got ready to go to our 8th grade Awards Night. When I say we were best friends, I mean best friends, so it was only appropriate that we also wore matching makeup to show how in-sync and fashion-forward we were. What’s the harm in 13-year-old BFFs wearing matching makeup, you say? Well, our makeup look consisted of wearing bright turquoise eyeshadow from lash line to eyebrow (no blending necessary!) with a nice, even layer of chunky, non-eye safe, turquoise glitter packed on top, also from lash line to eyebrow. If a little bit of glitter is pretty, a lot of glitter must be breathtakingly beautiful!
|If only you'd had one of these babies for maximal turquoise glitter impact!|
At this point you may be wondering, who is this freakish girl and who let her write her own beauty blog?! I beg you not to judge me now for who I was when I was 13, because that was the same year when I’d change into my uniform of t-shirt and shorts for gym class and I recall spraying body spray directly onto my bare legs and rubbing it in with my hands to mask my dry, ashy legs. It wasn’t until years later that I wondered, why didn’t I use body lotion like a normal human being again? Moral of the story: I was weird. Please don’t judge me.
Lastly, I’ll leave you with a fun little tidbit: I haven’t brushed my hair in months - literally months. In fact, I don’t even know where my hairbrush has been the last few months. And the former was not a result of the latter.
|There are probably better ways to big hair!|
There, don’t you feel better now?
Aunty Brown has a few more questions though; it’s true that I’m the nosy type.
When was the last time you visited the hairdresser?
I think it was sometime in November. Yes, she brushed my hair. No, I haven’t brushed it since.
You have a choice: bad hair or bad nails?
You’d think I’d choose bad hair since apparently, I’m not a fan of hair brushing but actually, I’m going to go with bad nails. It’s much more likely that people around you will notice your hair much sooner than they’ll notice your nails, if ever.
What is the oldest item of make up in your collection?
I’m pretty sure it’s my Revlon SkinLights Face Illuminator Loose Powder and it’s 6 years old. I still use it from time to time!
Which trend still makes you cringe?
This may be a bit controversial since it’s still very much a trend that people continue to follow but super pale, nude lips make me cringe. Everyone either knows someone or has seen someone wear a nude lip that is at least 5 shades lighter than their skin tone, and it’s not uncommon to have an overwhelming sense of desire to kindly ask them if they’re feeling okay and need to lie down before realizing, oh dear, it was intentional. o_0
How are you managing to get away without brushing your hair? I'd look like a hobo within a couple of days I think! I'm loving the mental image of you and your friend with the turquoise eyeshadow. It sounds like quite a startling look! Thanks again for sharing Tiffany.
If you would like to take a turn and unburden yourself in the Friday Confessional you can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. It's open to everyone: if you have something to confess, I'm happy to hear it!