Dysmetropsia

Last week I had decided to join in an experiment. This project, which was started by Rachel at Rabbit Write, was ‘No Make-up Week’. For an entire week a group of fabulous ladies gathered together to ask the question “Why Make-up?”. After asking that question many more followed, and many more answers and observations were forthcoming. Everyone, I’m sure, had their own unique experiences that explored their relationships to make-up. Also, it gave us all an opportunity to ‘bare all’ to the world and see what kind of reactions we’d receive.

The person that inspired me to charge head first into ‘No Make-up Week’ was the lovely and talented Zoetica Ebb. Honestly, how could I not after seeing cute nakedfaced Zoetica?

The amazing responses and inspiring words from some wonderful bloggers and commenters filled me with joy. I felt a kinship with these women. I feel both sad and accomplished now that ‘No Make-up Week’ is over.  

A group collage of some bare faced and beautiful participants at Biorequiem. I’m at the top, ‘Megan’.

Something I wanted to personally explore was my background regarding make-up. This was a popular topic on both Rabbit Write and Biorequiem. Unlike so many others I was hard pressed to share my experiences. Yet, today I decided to share with the world.

The women in my family rarely wore make-up, and if they did it wasn’t much. So, without anyone to actually help me understand make-up, I rebelled against it. For the longest time I was a tomboy. I rejected anything that was remotely girlie.

Slowly, I started to warm towards the dreaded idea of being a girl. I started to gain information from girls that I knew. I studiously watched preening teenage girls to get an idea of how I should dress and wear make-up. After some experimentation I grew to love being a girl, and especially make-up. I’ve always had an artistic heart, and when I discovered that make-up was just another form of art I was elated.

This process took me such a long time, I’m still learning the best way to apply my make-up at 22 y.o. I actually started to grow discouraged at my own abilities, or lack thereof. Yet, ‘No Make-up Week’ reminded me how beautiful I really am, and I’m still young. There is nothing wrong with learning, and it should be celebrated!

So, thank you everyone. I feel so privileged to be apart of something so wonderful.

Much Love!

Meg

xx