The Beauty of You

I was in the locker room at the gym and I heard two women talking. The first woman’s says to the other, “Oh, I should spend more time prepping myself like you are, but I just don’t feel like it today,” to which the other replies, “Oh, I’m hardly spending any time today. I’m only putting in my hair extensions and doing my make up. I should spend more time too.”

I’m already slightly amused/saddened/curious and they continue…
Woman One says something to the effect of “I just feel so lazy. My coworkers are going to get what they get and they just have to deal with it.” The second one laughed and said “Yeah, they can deal with one day of me not being primped as usual,” as she continues to put in her hair extensions.
And the conversation continues slightly and I stop paying attention but I did not stop thinking about it ALL. DAY.
The way these women talked about their make-up, their appearance, it was as if they owe it to the world to spend a certain amount of time in the morning in order to look… presentable? beautiful? OK ENOUGH TO BE IN PUBLIC?
I’m assuming both of these women are cisgender. They are both blonde and skinny and attractive within the societal norms – I live in Orange County remember.
So I don’t tumblr. But I do read Buzzfeed’s lists of Tumblr. On one of them there was a post about women paying rent in order to exist by looking pretty… That’s what’s coming up for me during this.
To give you an idea of where I am coming from- I like make-up. I don’t spend a lot of time or money on it, and I enjoy it. I really love mascara and once I can afford to keep up with eyelash extensions you better believe I will be getting some. I typically wear some eyeshadow, some mascara, and a highlighter if I”m feeling crazy. Not a whole lot. I don’t like the feeling of having a lot of stuff on my face. Even the weightless powders and creams and whatevers feel like way too much for me. That’s my preference. I don’t judge girls who wear a lot of make up, who spend hours in front of the mirror, just like I don’t judge the girls that don’t do that. IF anything I admire those girls- both types. If you can wing your eyeliner, I’m super jealous of you. You do you, boo. What caught my attention about this conversation was the fact that these women were talking about their appearance as if it didn’t belong to them. Like we owe it to the world to alter our appearances to their liking (its liking?).
“The best thing is to look natural, but it takes make up to look natural” – Calvin Klein
“I believe that all women are pretty without make up and can be pretty powerful with the right make up” – Bobbi Brown
“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself” – Coco Chanel
Calvin Klein, you make no sense. Fuck these standards set by society. Fuck the idea that women need flawless skin while men are allowed to walk around blemishes and all; and I dare say that the more flaws they have, the more rugged or weathered or handsome they are. AND ALSO fuck the “rule” that says men can’t wear make up if they want to!
Guys (in the all inclusive non-gendered sense), do what you want with your body. Make your style. Change your style. Or don’t. I would love it if I had to find a new career because no one had these issues anymore.
Oh, shit. No more low self esteem? No more not feeling good enough? No more trauma? Alright cool, I’m going to follow my other dream of being a beach bum. People will pay me for that right?
Guys. Girls. Zee’s. Zim’s. Y’alls. Everyone. You’re the perfect you. Keep creating yourself and creating that meaning in your own life and everything will fall into place, I promise.
I’m excited for my Friday night. I’m drinking margaritas and painting for the rest of the night. And probably Netflix. After enjoying time on the patio.