I had to make the choice then and there…go home and get the makeup or just power through the day without it. I pulled down my visor mirror and gasped...I had to go home.
On my way back to the house I fumed. I fumed about being an idiot and forgetting my makeup, but that quickly turned into anger over the fact that I HAVE to wear makeup at all. It isn’t so much about my self confidence; it is more about not wanting to waste my day explaining myself. Because I know that not wearing makeup will invite all sorts of looks:
- The concerned person who comes up and says, “are you not feeling well?”
- The one who looks at me with pity and says, “you look so tired.”
- The insensitive guy who will undoubtedly ask, “what is wrong with you?!”
- The disgusted one who will tell me to “go home” less for my benefit and more so they don’t have to look at me.