For years I practiced my art in secret. As other children painted on paper, I chose instead to paint my face. Inky black liner covered my eyelids and creamy crimson hues adorned my lips and cheeks. I began to watch grainy online tutorials, sitting at my grey HP Pavilion for countless hours to imitate the women on the screen. My skills refined themselves with each passing day, strengthening my fervor. …show more content…
Sexist expectations were plagued upon us preteen girls, makeup included. Though I knew my makeup abilities were polished, I was fearful of wearing any makeup in public. Makeup was how I expressed myself; to wear it outside my home was, for me, giving into the misogyny I desperately sought to combat. I swore never to wear a drop or splash of makeup in