Without makeup, my face is just a random pile of tissue, protein, skin cells, and cartilage. The random arrangement of that tissue, protein, and cartilage tells you nothing about my personality because I was simply born with it. Conversely, my makeup is not random at all. *I* chose it. ME. Not nature. Not my gene pool. Not strands of DNA over which I exercise NO CONTROL. Me and my personality chose this routine. And for that reason, makeup is the absolute closest I will get to self-expression on my face without prosthetic body parts. When a guy tells you he prefers you without makeup, he’s sort of telling you that he prefers it when you don’t make choices to advance your identity. He’s telling you that he prefers your body to your brain. Your brain is the reason why you applied that black eyeshadow. Your actual face and body are idle vessels through which you operate, but actually have absolutely NOTHING to do with who you are. So every time you make a decision to clothe your body or put makeup on your face, you’re making the decision to reflect your thoughts through the canvas that is your physical being.
Beyoncé performs at The BRIT Awards 2014
I can’t believe drawing a black line across my eyelids makes me feel 10x prettier.