Covered In M.A.C Studio Fix NW45
And More...
Each swatch was
a cover.
From the
blemishes to the mascara traced tears from unwanted moments.
Each thread from
her brush belonged to moments and things she wanted to conceal.
The brush began
falling apart because of jealousy she had for others, but all she could do was hide
from no one but herself.
She was jealous
with the happiness and success others created for themselves. What she did not
know is she tried, she tried to give herself the thought of bliss, but the young
cracks were merely difficult to mend.
It was
resentment and ungrateful moments she presented with “Love that Red” lipstick by
Revlon.
The little tube was
enclosed with bloodshot anger and hatred she could not express in any other
way.
She powdered her
face with Studio Fix NW 45 from M.A.C
because she was hopeless.
Hopeless as she
did not have guidance and a verbal cover to shorten her feelings of worry.
She darkened her
eyes with the Noir pencil from L'Oreal.
The Smokey eye affect was a symbol of the physical fights she had to endure, while
still giving her a chance to see her younger self with each look in the mirror.
It was only her personal look in the mirror that she
enjoyed most; she did not want anyone else to know.
As she took the
moments to give her eyes the dark shadow, the sharp pencil pinched her with
what she was feeling inside; sore centimeters of wrath she developed as she matured.
As a comfortable
shimmer of protection, she would use "Gimme’ that Gold" blush from Mary Kay Cosmetics to give herself the
feeling of being a part of the bourgeoisie crowd. She presented pride on her
own and did not look to any other to seek it; she just enjoyed the feeling of
knowing she had the ability to fit in when and where she wanted.
She was never a
fan of liquid foundation from M.A.C.
She was scared if
the bottle tipped inside her cosmetic case, she would not have the defense she
would need for the next day.
From that, the
world would be able reveal her sense of melancholy.
She would never
want that.
The rain was
also another shield-release to liquid foundation, which was a form that was
just not for her.
On rainy days
she carried an umbrella bigger than the width of her body because she believed
she needed to be protected all around.
Her choice of makeup
was her only daily entity of trust. Because of unwanted experiences as a child
and a young adult, she never let anyone inside her truthful world.
It was simply
her and the cosmetic brush, almost her hammer to fight the unwanted blemishes
of life.
Although she
tried to cover the toughness she experienced, she walked with a heavy load.
Though she did not want to face the negative experiences she endured in the
past, she carried it all. Her cosmetic case was always filled to the rim with eyebrow
pencil sharpenings and used face wipes.
She did not
throw them away as she did not want anyone apart of her life, along with
wanting the ability to remind herself of the cause for self-pity.
She owned a smooth
Noir Avon eye pencil; it was fresh. She never appreciated it, as it was too
smooth for
her liking,
almost perfect and she did not want to be the eye of perfection, it would just cause
too much unwanted attention.
She was
confused; confused with everyone’s depiction of the world.
How were they so
happy and had the ability to present so freely and honestly?
She never had
the guidance, and was afraid of everyone around her because they had what she
never received, a positive lead.
Simply misled
and undiscovered, she was alone.
She was only
sincere and comfortable with her own view, and because she could not trust the
thoughts from others she simply hid behind her cosmetic connection.
It was a choice that
took her years to make.
She never
enjoyed the cosmetic process, but once her isolation became apparent to her
life, she reached out for a cover that was better than her in-home struggle.
As a teenager
she never exposed herself to the outside world, as she was simply comfortable staying
in to recuperate from the beatings and unhappiness she received from home.
Per her moments
of growing into an adult, she could no longer stay home and hide; there was
something else she needed to reach.
As she knew she
had to cover, she reached The Body Shop.
It was now her time to cover it all, willingly and successfully.
Not wanting to
solely present her name or natural skin tone, she added much more to her skin,
which added much closure to her life.
She simply had
to lead her own life. Not looking to face other points of view and not wanting
to reach new beginnings of another person, she needed to cover her own life.
Because she
wanted to cover fully, and still be able to misleadingly present herself to the
world, she developed one view, and that view was a
Cosmetic View.
