The word "cosmetics" comes from the Greek word kosmetikē tekhnē meaning "technique of dress and ornament". I like that - "technique". The application of make up takes a certain level of skill, a steady hand as well as knowledge of colours - it also requires an awareness of oneself; knowing how to enhance our best features through different materials. It is technical. This is how I see it: technique takes brains, having brains makes you smart. Make-up and fashion takes brains. Make up and fashion makes you smart.
Over the course of a year, I have had a full fledged make up love affair. I enjoy trying out new products and seeing how they work with my skin tone and texture. I like knowing what works best for me. I like knowing what I like. Getting involved in the realm of make up is like a giant black hole. There will always be that new trick, new trend, new colour, new brand. Should I have been an early adopter of the beauty train I expect I would be in a very different stage than I am now, but I'm not and I'm in the thick of it.
My issue with make up is the same I find with fashion. How important is it actually? I ask this question daily. Whenever I pick up my concealer or a blush that I love, I stare at it with disapproval. I feel as though I am committing the great female sin (amongst many): giving in. Giving into the idea that to be female means wearing make up. I feel the same whenever I swoon over a pretty dress or pair of shoes.
Is it important? Is it okay that I devote time to ornament and dress? The struggle is linked to thoughts on myself. I’m not comfortable overtly disclosing that I love clothes and make up. I have this idea that if I come clean about it, I will be clothes and make up - nothing more. Can I be all that I think I am? Can I have it all? Thus the female question of the millennium continues.
There are those who see fashion and make up as a means to camouflage. They cover up who they are out of shame and fear. Then there are those who are so beyond seeing beauty and fashion as a way to continue female stereotypes. They use it to their advantage. Beauty and fashion nirvana. How can we all get to that place of owning our passions frivolous or not?
I'd like to come to terms with my love of fashion with my love of life and the things in it that excite me? Bike riding, reading current events, writing opinions, cooking new recipes, watching movies and continually trying to grow myself as a well-rounded woman are all things that I spend enormous amounts of time on. How can I convince myself that it’s perfectly okay to have this passion among others and not feel guilty for it?
I have no groundbreaking conclusion to confessing my love of clothes and make up. I'm still determining if it's important to me (it is, but how important is the question). I do know I have some more growing to do, perfecting my technique for living - tight lining my goals, highlighting my passions, and priming myself for my future. Only a make up lover could understand.