We’re in the midst of an exciting era where makeup is no longer “just for girls” — it’s an art form for all genders. But in my experience, makeup wasn’t always an avenue for self-expression; it became a shield.
For years, I was afraid to leave my house without wearing makeup. I used to believe that if I didn’t look pristine, it would be my own fault if I encountered microaggressions. Now, after 15 years of adding extra hours in my daily routine to look “presentable,” I have grown tired of worrying. My relationship with makeup has evolved to become a source of joy, not a mask to hide behind.