Sephora is girl heaven. I love walking in there and feeling that tingle as I see the walls lined with discs of colors, brushes and sponges beckoning my name. The scents lining the walls in all of their bejeweled splendor.
It is the same girlish thrill I would have when my Mom would take me to a store that sold earrings and barrettes as a little girl.
These adornments date back to Cleopatra, primitive and primal, we mark and enhance our features in order to seduce and procreate. The different tribes have different markings..it can also identify what social class you are in in a mere glance.
We may not squeeze ourselves into corsets anymore, but spanx, flatirons, lip plumpers and tooth whiteners are our new methods of torture.
Men generally say they prefer women who don't wear makeup..however I think that men just dont like a lot of makeup.
I think that letting your lover see you with a bare face and rumpled hair is a very imtimate thing. I associate putting makeup on with going to work, being professional.
When I scrub the makeup off the facade is over. I feel more vulnerable, more of me is showing.
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