I was lamely trying to take my 40 year old face and cover it with enough make-up to pass for a 36 year old. Yes, at this point looking 36 would make me all kinds of happy.
Dear Hubby had just spent his 2 minutes and 42 seconds brushing gel through his hair, checked for any exceptionally long nose hairs, and his beauty routine was complete. Now he really wanted to know. Where on earth did I learn how to do all of these things that us women folk need to know in order to “present ourselves to the world”.
So I thought about it and with my genius IQ and I came up with this eloquent answer. “I dunno know.”
Then it bugged me, so I thought about it some more. Where did I learn that women need to wash their faces every night before bed, that they must moisturise, the steps required for foundation (still can’t do that right) blush, eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, eyelash curler, hair straighter…the list goes on and on and it’s exhausting!
I guess my Mom taught me some things. Never to leave the house without my “face”. Love my Mom, and as much as I didn’t want to pass this one on to my dear daughters, I fear I have. I will not leave the house without at least lip gloss and eye liner. I am not that hot, but I am that vain.
But the rest of it, the make-up application, the face washing, the constant need to moisturize and fight wrinkles; where did all of that come from? You know what is scary, I think I learned most of my beauty regime, my standards for what it means to be a “proper” girl, what makes me pretty, came from my girlfriends, my peers. I clearly remember in grade 8 my girlfriend with the cool older sister went from friend to friend “doing our make-up the right way”. Bright blue eyeliner for all of us….and a lot of it. We all wore our eyes the same way for the next three years. That’s the power of the girlfriends!
Now that I’m older, magazines and the television keep shouting at me that I am getting old. They scream you are 40 you need to fight wrinkles, age spots and any sign that you ever had a good laugh!! So I do.
So how am I going to help my dear daughters be confident in who they are, just the way they are? How do I ensure they make their own decisions about what is pretty, and avoid major fashion and make-up disasters along the way.
Here is my plan. I vow to make sure they never get a poodle perm, encourage a make-up lesson at a professional make-up counter (at an appropriate age) and I will not try and make them into a mini-me. I will encourage my girls to surround themselves with positive people. To be themselves, and be proud of who they are! I will be sure to tell them every day that they are gorgeous just the way they are. No wrinkle cream, flashy dye jobs, perms or bad make-up required. Know what else I’m going to do, I’m going to try and remember this myself.
Being a girl is hard…