Over the years I occasionally skirted with the idea of wearing make up starting with the most horrendous brand going "Constance Caroll". They have improved since the days I wore it, but I remember had a coveted garish pink lip stick that didn't last 5 minutes and looked horrendous, I thought I looked great.
Over the years I have had an on/off relationship with make up, more off than on. My mother was never into wearing make up my my grandma took pains to ensure that we knew how the wear it properly. I find it uncomfortable and a faff.
When my sister got married three years I go I headed out and bought all the brands on special offer, many of them I was uncomfortable wearing and most of it was never worn again.
The my other sister announced her wedding and I thought great, same thing again. However this time i have carried out a large amount of research bought some of the better brands and at last feel comfy wearing make up. Having spent what amounts to a large amount of money on make up my sisters have challenged me to start wearing it again so I am. I feel a little like a teenager, trying different looks and colours but I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Last night I went to church with my full make up on and was really encouraged to be met by someone commenting how nice I looked wearing its nice to be told stuff like that as I still lack confidence in wearing it. But, what has really amazed me is how much better I feel with a bit of make up on when I am feeling unwell.
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