I have recently become slightly concerned about my makeup application habits.
When I first started using makeup in college, I was content with a little concealer, just to cover blemishes. A few months later I added bronzer and that was my go-to routine for years.
After college, mascara began to make an appearance more and more regularly. Then in the last year I began experimenting with eyeliner. Now I feel naked without it.
Last week I applied eyeshadow to my lids TWICE in one weekend. I was prepared to go out and then I thought to myself, “No, something’s missing.” All of this seems to eerily mirror the process by which we develop a tolerance for forbidden pleasures. You see, I have to have it all in order for it to make any sort of impact! Each new cosmetic is like a gateway drug for the next step in this downward spiral!
I may need professional help. Or I fear the next step is an air-brush from Obsessive Complusive Cosmetics! (see post: “What a short, strange trip it was”)
