I love makeovers. And I’m kind of hooked on the UK show 10 Years Younger.
I can’t decide which group of people is stranger: the ones who think they are above looking after themselves and see no worth in being attractive to themselves or someone else or the ones who would really really like to look nicer but just have no clue how to go about something like that.
When you see a woman wearing the wrong kind of a bra, like, you can see it all the way through her clothes, that’s how big/small/otherwise inappropriate the damn thing is, is it really crass to mention it? I know it is, I just struggle.
I wish I had a job where I could dress up nice and wear serious makeup. No matter how casual I try to be, I still feel overdone sometimes.
If I ever become rich the amount of plastic surgery I will get is ridonculous. If my parents ever become rich I’ll ask them for a new nose or new teeth for Christmas.
The better I become with makeup, the better I feel about the way I look. I don’t necessarily feel any prettier, it’s more like “Bitch, I don’t care if I’m ugly, I’m fucking fabulous!”.
I think I need more Sugarpill products to achieve all my potential in the fabulousness front, though. Nothing says pretty princess like ALL THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW SIMULTANEOUSLY ON MY FACE.
Have I mentioned how hard the people (mostly men) who say “I really prefer the natural look.” or “But you look so much nicer without makeup.” can go fuck themselves? Because they can. I’m a fucking artist and my face is my canvas, bitches. And fabulous does not need acceptance of others.
I’m in a Facebook weight loss group. Most of the other members are SAHMs. I feel out of place, because I actually go to work and have some sort of structure in my life with (somewhat) regular mealtimes instead of sitting on my arse eating all day. After next week I will be unemployed with no idea if/when I’ll get another temping gig, so that should fix it.