It’s no secret that I’m not a makeup professional. I wasn’t even allowed to wear makeup until I was 17, although that didn’t stop me from wearing it at school and taking it off before I got home. My mom never showed me how to wear it and what not to do. In fact, my makeup life has been one stumbling block after another. Learning as I go.
This is my makeup life.
Me watching makeup tutorials on YouTube.
I just don’t get it! Contouring? Blending? Huh?
That moment when ANYTHING (moisturizer, eyeliner, an eye lash, mascara—pick one) gets in my eye.
It never fails. I just may be the queen of getting stuff in my eye.
Always questioning if I need more blush…
If I question it, then maybe I do need more. A little more? Just a tad bit more.
My attempt at a smokey eye…every single time.
I don’t think I was blessed with the gene that helps you perfect the smokey eye.
If you tell me I should wear false lashes.
First of all…no.
I ran out of…(insert makeup product here)!
It doesn’t even matter what it is.
Do I have lipstick on my teeth?
Yes, I’m that person.
My makeup is perfect. Plans get canceled.
Devastating beyond measure.
Realizing I forgot to take my makeup off before going to bed.
One night won’t hurt…right? Yeah right, my skin will freak out tomorrow.
Wait…you want a makeup artist to do my makeup?
Is that even a question?