Makeup intimidated me for a really long time.
I remember feeling overwhelmed by it, and then underwhelmed by it. Every time.
I didn’t understand why or how all my beautiful friends managed to become Kylie Jenner clones.
At one point, I wanted to look like that too. Sharp contours, cake-face perfection, ultimate glossy wax figure.
It got REALLY tricky in the mid-2010s when I started losing my friends in crowds, clubs and festivals.
Everyone looked the same. Exactly the same. This is not a joke.
Where had all their uniqueness and individual beauty gone?
Where had mine gone?
I miss seeing our eye bags.
I miss seeing our freckles and moles.
I miss seeing our different bone structures.
I miss seeing our imperfections.
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