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Rookie at Life: the transformative power of makeup


I'm no makeup guru. Very few of us are, let me tell you that. But! Most girls are relatively well-versed in the ways of socially-acceptable-face-paint and in this new series I've literally just thought of starting, I'll be addressing a whole bunch of things I just cannot get to grips with, in hope of reaching out to those humans who also have no idea what they're doing at/with life. Let's begin with a skill (yes, it's definitely a skill) that I've yet to learn: make up and all its splendour. 

I'll be sharing a little makeup experiment that I undertook the other night and while I loved doing it (seriously so fun), I felt so un-me. I felt painted like a china doll. Maybe I'll never be able to wear foundation for a whole day successfully? Who knows. But in a way, I loved the flawless china-doll-in-a-good-way finish it gave me. Maybe I just need to be braver (and get up earlier). 


Confidence is something that a lot of perceivably-confident people actually do not feel within themselves. Perhaps you, my reader, if you know me in real life or even purely on the internet, will assume that because of my blog/instagram/daily attire I am a very confident person. 

You are very wrong (unfortunately). 

Self-confidence is an incredibly difficult beast to tame. It can come across as big-headedness (a trap I fell into a lot as a teenager) or arrogance and that's really not ideal. But once trained to behave as you might wish, self-confidence is a helper and confidant (pun?) that you can trust to be there for you for the rest of your life. I hope to tame my own sometime. 


Makeup can do a lot for self-confidence, whether that's piling on the foundation or a gentle sweep of powder, a cat-eye flick or a red lip, it can make you feel more you. I am never without my eyeliner or brows, without them I am nothing (okay, I kid, but seriously without some help my brows really are nothing!). Whatever little facial addition provides your confidence boost, do it and don't be afraid to experiment, because makeup is meant to be fun - it's an art! It's creativity! So show yours! 

I apologise if this post has made little to no sense whatsoever, I'm very tired but wanted to share these pics and share my new-found excitement surrounding makeup. 

I hope you folks are well <3 Much love! 


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