As you can read in this post where I write about what I think of Fashion&Beauty, I have incorporated some genuine daily effort in the Clothes&Make-Up Department. I wear clothes and colors that suit me, I spend a little time in front of the mirror every morning to do my hair and make-up.
I still have no problem with my very own Leggings, Big Sweater, No Make-Up and Legit Bed Hair Look (it’s a look I’ve perfected over the years), but I love taking the effort to make myself look nice most days. Why? It feels like I’m treating myself. It’s a strong signal of self-love to me: I care enough to take time and make the effort to make myself look extra pretty. To take time out of your day to make yourself look pretty, not because you’re not pretty without make-up and a dress, but because you feel happier and more confident during the day knowing you look your best; that’s a fucking nice thing of you to do for yourself, right?
Yesterday, I decided to be even nicer to myself from now on. See, a while back, I treated myself to a gorgeous Chanel foundation and red lipstick. I’m a sucker for Chanel. Always have been, since I was a little girl. I love their sleek black packages and the logo. And to me, everything about Chanel breathes luxury and beauty.
So after I bought these two items, putting on make-up became about that feeling: one of beauty, luxury and lots of self-love. I started wearing the Chanel foundation and it made me feel all glowy to have something so pretty and high quality to treat myself to almost every day. Putting on my Chanel lipstick made me feel all spoiled and pampered.
While most of my teenage years and well into my twenties, I just used to wear whatever, man. Whatever was in front of me. I didn’t really care. I had a lot of stuff, but I didn’t really care about any of it, you know what I mean? It was just stuff, it didn’t make me feel anything.
But wearing Chanel make-up, I find I do care about it. I feel very positive and pleasant with it on. Because it makes me feel good and spoiled in a happy, grateful kind of way. Not like those bitches in My Supersweet Sixteen, but a lot more Gratitude&Appreciation to the max. A lot of things in life are about how they make you feel: I think I have tuned into a good feeling here.
So instead of buying lots of cheap other products here and there, about one or two months later I bought a Smokey Eye Set, again by Chanel. Putting on make-up became even more fun; even though smokey eyes is tricky (with my enormous eyes it’s like you have two black holes in the middle of your face if you do it wrong), I started to get the hang of it. I love the little ritual as well as the look.
And yesterday, after having writing for almost four hours without any interruptions beside bathroom-and-tea-break, I walked into my favorite beauty department store with the words: “Hi, I’d like a good eyeliner and primer and just a head’s up: I love Chanel.” That was something the lady could work with, because I walked out of the store with a gorgeous primer, eyeliner, and two Chanel perfume samples and a Chanel mini mascara.
And as I walked out, I decided to cut the shit short: I’m not buying any more make-up that doesn’t make me feel all happy, spoiled and indulgent and I’m only using the make-up that makes me feel like I’m treating myself. Bam.
Beauty should be about self-care and self-love, so that’s what it’s going to be. Rather than than have a big box full of meaningless stuff, I prefer having only a few luxurious items and loving the absolute fuck out of having and using them. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put on some red lipstick and have a great day. Hope you do too!