I grew up in rural Michigan with two older brothers in a house that backed up to a tree farm we’d play in almost every day. I was not exactly set up to be a “girly-girl.” My mom didn’t wear much makeup or make a big deal about it, so I didn’t even really encounter makeup until years later when my oldest brother got a serious girlfriend. Even then, I didn’t ever wear more than a little mascara. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Was I missing out on something by wearing very little makeup?”
It wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles that I began to understand just how little makeup I used and how narrowly I used it. At that point in my life,makeup was an entirely utilitarian thing – I did it so my blonde eyelashes didn’t disappear from my face. But when I saw woman after woman on the streets of LA with flawless skin, stunning lipstick, and luscious, smoky eyeshadow, I got really self-conscious about how little makeup I was using. Was it enough? Should I be using more?