While I understand some young women may wish to cover their faces due to blemishes, I wish women could become comfortable in their own skin before deciding they ought to wear make-up. And no-one should feel they cannot leave the house without covering up their faces.

What are you trying to do here? You’re a Caucasian, young and fit woman. You don’t seem to have an acne problem (at least not in that photo), no natural discoloration or any birth defects, or paleness. You don’t have a reason to wear makeup nor do you seem to have a desire to do so. And that’s a preference.

It’s a normal evolutionary behavior to want to appeal more to other people. Women who wear makeup every day don’t usually see it as a punishment brought on by society; some women actually enjoy wearing makeup.

If you look good without makeup, good for you. Congratulations. 

I’ve made the sardonic observation on a few occasions here and there that the ones saying some form of “you should be happy to just be yourself without all this ‘fake’ stuff” always seem to be the ones who were lucky enough to be born naturally looking/acting perfectly (or close enough for all practical intents and purposes) without the things they’re saying everyone else should go without.

It’s like someone who’s rich saying “Hey, don’t worry about money! Money doesn’t matter in this world!”

Real easy to say when you’re not suffering.

I appreciate the thought that’s she’s trying to support but….c’mon…

Where on earth do I say that women should go without makeup in general? The only thing I do say is I don’t think women should be embarrassed by their naked faces when they aren’t, and I believe that. I wear makeup often, I’m not Gwyneth Paltrow touting some crazy diet or expensive workout. The only thing I was discussing was how disheartening it was to hear a 13 year old girl saying she felt she couldn’t leave her house without makeup on. Grown women should do whatever they want, I’ve never said otherwise, and to act as though I’m exempt from having an opinion on the subject because i have good skin NOW is silly. I went through the acne, the braces, the headgear, you name it. I have a scar on my forehead that I cover up every day. But that’s besides the point. I just wish more grown women also looked at young girls when they’re feeling self-conscious or ugly and said “Look, I know how it may seem now, but you are beautiful exactly as you are”, and I’m not sorry for truly believing that. I have never been able to look at a young girl and go “oh hunny, she should’ve put on blush and mascara before leaving the house”, have you? They have enough pressure on them at a young age without needing to feel like they NEED to be done up just to leave the house. And if they want to play with makeup, that fine too, it’s their life, I just wish they didn’t feel that they HAVE to. I went through the bullshit every girl does, being an actress now doesn’t make me exempt from that. I was just lucky enough to have a mother who looked at me and told me I was beautiful even when countless other people, especially my peers in school, were telling me otherwise. I hope to do the same for all the young girls in my life. 

(via tsundere-bat)

We all have different desires and needs, but if we don’t discover what we want from ourselves and what we stand for, we will live passively and unfulfilled.

—Bill Watterson, creator of Calvin and Hobbes


I’m sorry to anyone who checks in often enough to notice that I have neglected this blog. I realize that. But if nothing else I’ve not neglected writing.

And while I can’t put any of it up here, I look forward to being able to turn those words into something much more real than a blog post very soon. 



She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.

—Brian Andreas

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.

—Carl Sagan