“There is desire in the perfect, beauty in the imperfect.
Thus I lust over the flawless,
and fall amorously forceless to the flawed.” - Illyas Kassam.
Lately I've had to remember some stuff life lessons I thought I had put in the past. As it turns out, I'm not done learning and I feel like I've hit a fork in the road. Times like this I get soppy but then I remember where I am, how I got here and tell myself to shut the fuck up.
When I feel stuck I go on like every other day, wake up put makeup on and go. It's easy most days but then I think well why do I have to wear makeup. Days later, why go? At worst, why get up? It's not a laziness thing it's a lack of being able to move because every part of me is saying what's the point? The point is that it's what people do, it's how we live. Today I chose to look like another version of myself with the aid of makeup because I can.
Makeup, as sad as it sounds, is a form of escapism. Maybe that's why I've always had an obsession with It one way or another. For me, If I'm having a bad day or I just feel like having fun, every time I sit at my mirror its a chance to be something else . One day I can look fresh faced and youthful and the next I can be contoured with a kick ass red lip. Like everyone else I enjoy wearing the mask that can be makeup but just remember at the end of the day that mask is worn and needs to come off so make sure you like what was already there because that's you, and you're the only one you've got.
"I see my path but I don't know where it leads, not knowing is what inspires me to travel it." - Unknown
Elle x
