If you’re like me, you have a process for putting on your makeup. Mine goes something like this:
Moisturizer Face primer Powder Foundation (I only put mine around my eyes) Lid primer Eyeliner Eyeshadow Brow lining Mascara Bronzer Blush Lipstick
It sounds like it takes longer than it does.
Yesterday, I became aware that the whole time I was putting on my makeup in the mirror, a little voice in my head was critiquing my face. Ultimately, the voice landed on, “I look dead.”
No I’m not crazy. And, if you’re a psych fan like me you know this voice to be my ego (read Eckhart Tolle).
So I sat there listening and thought, “SHUT UP…I am not trying to start my day like this.” And I wondered how many days I HAVE started my day like this, and how many days you’ve started like this.
I had just finished putting on my lid primer when I did something life altering. I skipped to my last step, put on some lipstick, and stuck my tongue out at my ego in the mirror.
The lipstick was fuschia, it didn’t match what I was gonna’ wear, but it pepped me and my face up right away. And then, I couldn’t help but smile and giggle and feel pretty as I finished my makeup routine.
So that’s my tip: PUT YOUR LIPSTICK ON FIRST!
Even if your last step ends up being switching it out with another color, I contend that it will change your whole morning.
Maybe your outlook on the day.
MAYBE your whole life.
(Oh, and remember, that little voice is generally full of shit. And you’re only one small step away from breaking through at all times.)
Angie, being Angie. A perfectly imperfect woman, daughter, friend, mother, and wife. I’m a lover and a fighter. I’m up, and I’m down. I succeed. I fuck up. (I cuss). I hope people see things here and in my writing they only think to themselves and are inspired to be unashamed of who they are.
Let’s live life… out loud.