Monday, 30 November 2009

Watch me get fed to the lions.

Hey bloggers.

It has been a little bit of time since I last wrote a blog, but I am hoping to now be back on it with a vengeance.

I promise after this blog that I will talk less about myself and more about the make up, but first I think you need to hear a story.

The other day a friend of mine was round my house and whilst trying to get something from my university desk, knocked over some of my make up that was on the side and I got to hear my favourite sentence utter by nearly everyone that knows me.

"How much make up do you own?"

The answer is simple...More then even I know but that still doesn't stop me wanting more and I have even started to dream about it.

I blame school for making my make up habit an obsession. I was never popular at school and for the first year I was majorly blanked by pretty much everyone, a look at my year seven photo proves why this is. I was just plain Jane, greasy skin, lank hair and my face had no personality. So by the time I turned twelve I slowly started to flunk the rules of minimal make up and I starting buying and wearing the brightest eye shadows I could find. They broke not only the rules of the school but it broke the rules of my face. I should never wear dark/bright colours on my big eyes, it hides my best feature but for three years I did this religiously as I was desperate to get noticed especially by boys.

But by the time I was fifteen I realised that it wasn't my make up that attracted lads, it was me and with the massive amount of woman's magazines I read at the time I actually started to learn what make up to wear and how to look semi good.

Now seven years later and NVQ 2/3 beauty therapy qualification later, I still make mistakes. That's what I love about make up it really is like life, we have all made mistakes of make up past but the difference between life and make up is that make up can be erased... Thanks to the help of a trusty make up wipe. Life however is a little harder to erase.

So those memories of make up past will still exist, mainly in photos and people's memory of me from the ages of 12-15.

However from sixteen onto even now I like to think I have changed.....make up wise.

Well maybe?



Aged 16 and Now aged 22

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