…asked my 6-year-old daughter.
Well, I know why I wear makeup and I’ll happily make some joke about “putting on my face” or “making sure I don’t scare small children”, but the question really did prompt a bit of a moment for me. One I needed to work out because I need to make sure I give her the right answer without suggesting that it’s something she HAS to do.
I started wearing makeup because my mother made me. I know that’s a bit of a weird one, but it’s true. While many of my friend’s parents were confiscating mascara and scraping foundation off their daughter’s faces with a flannel, my mother was putting ‘almost finished but not quite’ bits of makeup on my dresser and cajoling me to try it.
My mum mistook my lack of confidence, my introversion and my immaturity as ugliness. Which was a bit of a shame, because years later I discovered I wasn’t ugly. I was even quite pretty. To her, though, I wasn’t putting on my “face”. I wasn’t pretty enough and this was the reason I wasn’t a better person.