Am I not pretty enough?

As suggested by the best friend, I shall commence on discussing how bad some girls can look without make up. Yes, taking a dig at myself. That's the first step at being cool. Cool about looking bad at will. At least it's salvagable damage. I would say I've evolved. Here's how.. *laugh*

Some 8 years back, wholesome girls-next-door didn't used to wear make up in secondary sch. Au naturel was the way to go. Girls who did were thought of to be hooking up with some guys outta school - vanity fair.

"hiyoh, why is she wearing purple eyeshadow? Damn vain..."

"I think she has a boyfriend from either AC or RI..."

*roll eyes*

My eyebrows were inaugurally trimmed in anticipation of the Sec 4 prom. Bad attempt by the imbecile at the MAC counter who made me look like a friggin' drag queen. The family was rallied around to procure a solution for the knotty situation. Cousin sprung into action, saved the remnants and left me indebted to her.

Lil' sis had her eyebrows plucked while in lalaland. The mother decided that she would do something about the bushy brows and crept up to her bed late one night, armed with a tweezer. The mother had fun playing beautician, too much fun. Her over-zealous efforts left lil' sis with perpetually-raised brows. Some commented she looked surprised; the sympathetic said happy. I'd say ridiculous. Period. *laugh*

*sniff sniff* "Nat and Chuck they all sure laugh at me.. Jie, is it very ugly?"

"No la, it's nice... er.. it's special.." *wry smile*

Make-up became an essential for me after JC. Bought the first set of cosmestics and never looked back since. Vanity in manifestation, full blown effects exhibited upon graduation.

Lazy days, melancholic mood, make-up sworn off. The face was nude once for a project discussion in school. The project mate took a second look at me; I thought " hey it aint that bad afterall huh.."

"eh, what happened to you? You didn't wear make-up today ah? Wah, quite ugly." That pig face.

Was running late with the best friend fuming mad in his car. The perfect remedy: Meet the angry boy first, do up the face later. Shades removed, I mustered my signature megawatt smile.

"Eeeee yur! You don't wear make up quite ugly leh. Next time I'll wait, you make up first hor." That's what best friends are for. They keep you in check.

Blotchy pale face, half-brows, dark under-eye circles, chapped lips. Yes, make-up does wonders. An antidote, a facade.